Not The Valentine

by Meris

Neat white bandage.
Red stain in the middle, spreading.

Not the Valentine you were thinking of.

My careful hands adjust its fit,
Express what no candy heart
Can ever say.

No easy little sentiment to try
The depth of our connection.
I would die for you—and might.

God grant I never see
The lacy edge of skin
Around an exploded heart.

Not the Valentine you were thinking of.