Moment of Shameless Self-Love

In a moment of shameless self-love on a quiet Valentine’s Day afternoon

Without the one to whom I say, “I love you”

and around whom I would thread my silkworm legs

Drive a direct route in an economical car, painted the passion tone of red

riding shotgun, a flower in full bloom, open to the sun and shameless as I

Nostalgia lingers here in this fertile heart

Old lover, I’ve not stopped craving of you,

but abandon the curled up and inside each other kind of drinking of the spirit and the flesh kind of love

In self-love, sweep up all the beautiful things

and just to remind you of grace, present at your door the eternal symbol of ripe, delicate femininity


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