A Poem

"It takes a spasm of love to write a poem."

- Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life

It's love's holiday, so it's only fitting...

This one's for the loved ones.

Those who gaze lovingly into their partner's eyes.

Those who's noses grazed rouge rose petals

given to them by the one.

My eyes went green today

thinking of you.

i'm uncertain

what i am, where i am, who i am

when it comes to love these days.

I resent the one who waits and waits

after seasons pass, yet I remain

with an unchanged mind.

I fear the one who's friendship promises

an easy connection

and flowing communication.

As of late, I've been foolish.

Listening to "i'm in" and believing it.

Been to places that don't accentuate my hues,

instead that splash noir on my canvas.

I find myself, on this cold holiday

remembering many times I shared

myself with another.

And now alone.

Free? Somewhat.

Yes, this one's for the loved ones.

Those who opened cupid's door

to passionate embraces,

to chocolates wrapped in heart-shaped boxes.

Those with the ability to look into another's eyes

And feel what only lovers feel.