May this commercialized and artificial day none the less be full of true warmth, affection and love for you, dear readers.
MJ and I are celebrating with a day full of movies, snuggling and Chinese takeout, so I will keep it brief and leave you with one of my favorites of my own poems--
I have everything, a fact I accept
Like the child born into privilege.
Pleased but not grateful, I enjoy
Rain beating steadily on the roof,
Tears salty-wet on my lips,
That mischievous sheen in your eyes.
A night without any stars at all,
Dark without a shiver of light,
A morning that tastes of promise
as the sky blushes with that first glow.
Emerging from the warmth
Into a world of immense puddles
And the smell, the world all wild,
Like Noah’s first breath after the flood.
Away from quilts and coffee,
And you and I talking all night.
We accept, you and I, that this
Is everything, that we have everything,
The spoiled children of this earth.