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.