February 13th...

There are flowers on my bedsheets and polka dots on my silky gown.
There is cigarette smoke dancing with the nag champa frolicking in the pink morning light.
There are many bubbles on our equally pink drink and we look at each other and we smile.

We smile because we are not supposed to be having this much fun after 14 years.
We smile because we are not supposed to lust after each other as much.
We smile because we are not supposed to be celebrating Valentines day... today is the 13th.

There are berries and a lace window curtain dancing in the air.
There is a girl thinking of writing poetry so she scribbles words on her thigh.
There are neighbors walking their dogs unaware of what had just happened and we smile.

 Happy Valentines Day!