POETRY

On Valentines Day

Fairy Fay loosed a Zinger
hit me in the heart
reminding me of when you too
were wounded by the dart
that still can fly between us
and once more make us bleed
penetrating both facades
exposing buried need
to finish what was started
or undo what was done
to hurt or heal - is it real?
or are we having fun
pretending we’re still lovers
remembering what once was
years before in Baltimore
when we were young and stupid
Go ahead, Fay, pull away
I’ll still believe in Cupid

m.landers 03/06