Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
It's fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ringn,
if you like.
Lethal.
It's scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Valentine, Carol Ann Duffy