by kaia valentine
Write a poem. Name it for your best friend. Sell it for some dollars. Buy her pears and mangoes. Get a puppy. Name her House. Inside your home, the walls grow roses. Golden sunrise together.
House - the yellow lab retriever. House's brother is a beagle cradled in your lover's arms.
There's a photo of an abbey on the southern side of town beside her bedside. Hidden love plays house behind the open curtain. Let the morning filter laughter through the blinds.
now picture my love:
Growing old beside me now a Valentine.
the name: Not born to -but adopted
through the heart of Christmases past, of shopping last minute with Father, little brother's snowball fights.
Oh love, the poem is the snowball.
Tuck you into bed tonight. I love you so.