Valentine
I can see the hurricane tonight
sweeping across the town
Tell me when did the water surround me
deep inside waves of warmth
and hard beating hearts
and glittering beams
The smell of the pink sweats
flows down your throat
shivers as you whispered
the whirlpool of doves’ feathers
into my ears
I dreamt of
the bitter of your lips
so I planted you a rose
rooted from our palm prints
* Chan Wing Hong
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