en Febrero
by
Ralph Murre
What
can St. Valentine have known about it,
having
never met you ?
His
notion of love incomplete,
his
idea of dinner just a salad,
a
small glass of Chablis.
What
has a saint to say of love,
that
he can remain saintly ?
I’ve
known the meat,
the
rich sauce,
the
Burgundy dark of you,
the
fruit, the sweet, the dessert of you.
I’ve
snifted your brandy,
been
warmed by your fire,
seen
you in the light of green candles.
You
diminish my chances of sainthood
and
I shall dwell in the house of our love
forever
and ever.
Goodness
and mercy.
Amen.
~
previously published in Wind Where Music
Was
(Little Eagle Press)
