Organic Poem/ Valentine Poem

Fresh shiny paper cards were blowing in the wind like an arrow into the ocean, the oceanic bulb, the biological soil, from the roots of the shining tree, fresh shiny paper from the man who wrote and singed like a serenading potion, the ellixur marinading the bedroom boil.

The invitation card sat neatly next to the mans waist that he gripped with a fatherly instinct like a dad would do to protect his son from the wind. Little did the girl know the man thought the mother would make a good parent. The card stamp-less, made it's way to the girls door as an unanimous offering.

Fresh shiny paper card damp and smudged mechanical man prints covered in oil, his biological pant nudged her sophisticated letter-box, smudging the silver flap that gave away the cards anonymous impression, after her session at the hairdressers she recognised his oily fingerprints on her silver flapping letter-box.

The telephone rings, the postman delivers a multitude of flashy cards, the man chuckles, the girl secretly smiles, the message on the answering machines buckles and all the while a valentine man smiles at the size of his accomplishment, she shares his passion, they both fall in Love, they both will have children, they both hopefully won't get divorced.

By Robert Bridge9/1/2008.