A Valentine by Grell V. Grant

In some possible
                       world, there are two
of you:  so, I can
                                  happily bestow twice

                  as much of all                                 these

the  diminishing                                         hands scented

goods desired.  And                           crystals remember

                    two of me: any                     will curling

one of us, the ultimate                                    beached longing

                              friend for each                need

               of you.  The one—there          for endless surrender

with you in your daily

crusade to love and ensoul                    carved

                    the world.   And the other     into touch     the body

one—now, there for you ( when my diverse     revealed shore

                              dawn awakens) wholly              sweetening

               present as an ever-

lasting, unique gift (this soul-                 this naked

centered vista, my                                belief

                    world, a heart, finally            in summer ripeness

in harmony, nature now

                              at peace) its truth revealed      whispered

               lovingly to you, when my         shapes     waves             

coastal tide rises.  In this                      flight     overflowing

possible world, there is only one          rose, one declaration

                    of you, still, you                        otherness freed

are my morning and evening

                              star, hot, Venusian

           blush, essentially                      lips, cool,  bursting into

fathomless, you offer                              light

me, unerringly, the right             color, reddish

                    scale to measure                 petals     soft delights

both the breadth

                              and depth  of (the heaven, largely     deep    

               implicit in Eros and                       sudden      flushed

Agape blossoming, and coming to     you trembling

rest, here) my love.                      with pleasure

Grell Grant is a Contributing Editor at sunday @ 6

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