Love Poems

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will bind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Carol Ann Duffy





Look at These

Seeing you makes me want to lift up my top,
breathe in and say Look! Look at these!
I've kept them hidden till now
under loose shirts, Dad's jumpers.

Suddenly I'm offering them
like a women ready to mate.
I'm holding my breath.
Don't tell me not to.

Helen Farish
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