Love?

A warm fuzzy feeling:

Love this, love that!

like this, like that

Tweeting me

all day, all night

until eventually

you retort and snapchat.

Love?

Often, a lukewarm feeling:

evoking confusion

and kneeling

for your sensual brand of

sexual healing

like

Marvin Gaye

night shifting:

What’s going on?

The silence induces paranoia:

Well, how long’s this been going on?

Love?

Like hot tea

cooled

stone-cold.

Something’s missing

but we won’t be sold

Valentine’s day

A mid-wintry tale

this time of year

unless you live

Southern hemisphere

where Love

hops, skips and jumps

like a kangaroo.

(c) Myke Kofi. February 14th, 2018.

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