valentine's

[ellajam]

You Bring Flowers

Yay, an opportunity
to choose a vase,
one that allows these stems
to tilt and fall like fans
or maybe pick-up sticks;

one that will catch
the light on the windowsill
or that doubles in shadows
against the pine wall
or projects its blue glow
onto the photo frames.

I watch the petals change
all week until they are dust.
They leave only their image
and the warmth of you knowing
they'd please me; nothing left to dust.