'Valentine Iv' Poem by Marty McKenna

Your face mist, yet a figure cuts. i'm
with you, building you. i have no voice
for you, yet, but i know your form to be
warm, a poetry. you're courageous,

outspoken and make waves to be known,
you are art. you go against tradition
to make love heard. find my faults
best by night, open my head with the

music you play. we shall cook with
precision, linger long on tasting. there
may be wine, but i can't just sound out
your voice quite yet. your fire will build,

you'll cut me out. i'll wander these streets
millennia alone, grieve over form again.

first published by 'perverted by language'