I am not his
No no no
But I can pretend like this
Today we went for our first coffee
And as he sat next to me talking
I wondered if he saw a zombie
But then he leaned in and kissed me softly
He is not mine
No no no
But I still call him my valentine
His kiss takes me to cosmic landscapes
One ounce of his love opens the floodgates
One word of his rhyme and I can’t keep a straight face
One glance of his eyes takes me to outer space
© Delia Ross. 2019
