Valentine

I woke up and stood up
Before then no need to know where my hand went
She was not there but she was not dead
On my pillow my mind went wallowing
No questions because such are not sanctioned
But the brains could not cut through the nostalgic memories
Because cat hunters were going in through the chimneys
I stepped out and truly she was out
At my door i stood looking for something she might post
But after an hour without power ploughing
I went in because the night was drawing nigh
Into my bed i hopped knowing no hope hopped in the halls
Finally cables fell and power drawled
Morn wasted, noon wasted, even unusable
At the power station the red turned to blue, real hard balls
On the streets the lights were red
Vehicles honked in red fury
Because everything was blur
Where was i to go?
How was i to go?
Where was i to search?
How was i to search?
On top of a white bottle it was
Wrapped in red a red rose
Written and signed in red
On a white sheet of paper
'It is over'

But i thought she was slender but a slanderer
My Cinderella, Rosalinda
A deceiver, a receiver
Not a giver, a scoffer
Through the window i peeped and this i saw
From hair to toe, red
The bra and godly-strings, red
Bedrooms to boardrooms, red
Is it a day of the red?
Yes!
The day when red saliva is spat out
When red teeth are shown
As the men scratch and the women grind
And say to each other in bed
Happy Val's Day