Dear St. Valentine

I need someone to dance with right now.
Close.
With eyelashes that wrap around like invisible blankets made of the finest silk.
Mouths that cut like the sharpest of knives.
Somehow with our fingers intertwined we can create a shield.
Protect a sincerity that only this dance could know.

Once you leave the sky there is no turning back. A bird will always be a bird.

I watched the sparkling snow drift down like secrets that you whispered to me through the wind chimes. I heard your call.
Like a beacon I will travel through your light, for when the ocean engulfed us, I offered to house you.
Set sail, the gulls are out of sight and where we are headed, the Sun will never set.

Body Language.

The Winter morning suns will be my audience to healing.
Yearning for the Spring. We will awaken the sleeping Summer's sea.

frozen fingers scraping ice and snow, search for what was lost before winter's solstice.
Reaching permafrost layers my fingers are numb.
Soft green underneath finally emerging, we're halfway through... I step back. I am the last standing...
I have made it half way...

Ritual dance of flickering stars.
Show me. Show me.
The sun is ours.
Warm these bones, melt this marbled tender underneath.
Cities as orange as hot coils.
Touch this.
Blister so that we can Heal.

some birds will never learn to fly

Saree McClaran