giorno di valentino

"dear blowfish"

the blue dove, with bittersweets in tow
swooping lush lush to see her, that ever busy busybody
"it's over, i can't anymore," she wrote me via carrier pigeon
(the pigeon never made it back)
"i love you."
"what?"
"i said i love you."
"stop being so unprecise."
(and give me back my underwear)
love, sweet heart of the bitter onion that makes one cry
-----japanese blowfish sitting in your bed-you're naked, too.
-----you're kiss trapped in ice cubes
and i'm already melted water.