Valentine

by Jane K - Not entered

I am as out of place 
As a grinning naked buddha in a convent.
No, no
No fatly smiling cherub,
wickedly flinging arrows and cracking skulls,
Smoke pouring from his nostrils;
No.
The cherub will wake up in the morning,
Skinned alive and stuck to the bedsheets.
That's what love is.

Reason for writing:

    It just really isn't worth the risk.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-01-26 20:43:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:43
Poem ID: 44711

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