...He is the rough of wood, the warm
smell of cedar. He is the stroke of soap
and water that makes the windows clearer.
He is the light that shines through it
to the seedling on the sill. I am the small,
green heart, all bud and shoot and tendril.
A piece of a poem, written for one of our love poem recipients. Are you doing anything with your Valentine today? It's okay if you're not! :) The silliest thing about Valentine's Day is the culturally enforced expectation to be romantic. Isn't it more romantic when it's unexpected? We're just going to eat heart-shaped pizza and watch Chocolat at home.