“valentine on a postcard” by N.W. Hall

Sorry there was not more on my heart.
Slow is my…my love in filling itself out.
The feelings for you came out yesterday like
a snake leaving a birdhouse one bulge at a time.
Great rolling lengths of warm flesh shaped a shiny
square on each scale for your reflection to quietly occupy.
To have you so close to me laced my blood with endless sugars.
Never mind how starved I am for love, I know that you will be worth
waiting for because I have never opened my heart as wide as you since.