Tender lovers
ordering tickets to modern love.
Catch my breath.
Wish it was not so.
Why can’t it be like before.
I don’t understand.
Why can’t the three little words,
be enough?

Hearts locked up in prisons,
set ‘free’ by their keys
on Valentine’s day.
Love spreads.
Chasing.
Breathlessly.
People like me go hiding.
Valentine oxygen burns up my little lungs,
I’m seeking some stuffiness that suits me.
Find myself as an owl,
sickened by the Valentine sunshine.
Searching desperately,
but I got my own loving soul.
My own spark of divine fire.
Do not need a note.

(2004)