Valentine
Foolish as I am, I once accepted
advice from a poet, who suggested
an onion as the thing to light your fire
and kindle wild the flames of your desire.
The scent - long lingering layers on your skin -
seemed luscious even when the joke wore thin,
but watching silent tears course down your cheeks
was something I was haunted by for weeks.
Fiona Lewis
with apologies to Carol Ann Duffy
Foolish as I am, I once accepted
advice from a poet, who suggested
an onion as the thing to light your fire
and kindle wild the flames of your desire.
The scent - long lingering layers on your skin -
seemed luscious even when the joke wore thin,
but watching silent tears course down your cheeks
was something I was haunted by for weeks.
Fiona Lewis
with apologies to Carol Ann Duffy
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