Bereft Of Valentine Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

I feel very lonely
like an orphaned child
in a deep deep jungle.

I am lonely of language-
of loving touch and
silent whispers
which sound to the ears,
" I love you, dear".

We are orphaned infants
in a deep deep jungle
turned to be barren by stony hearts-
a desert where scorching heat rules,
scorpions crawl
and thorny cactuses thrive.

We are orphaned infants
on this lonely desert!
We die alive
thirsty of love.