Valentine 

These three images of me

in black and white

on a thin matt strip

made in a whirring, clanking

photo booth

say-

 

“I love you”

on a placard-

my cheeky smile above

framed by lovely

old fashioned, grainy lines 

and

 

“like…”

in the same deliberately

awkward texta

with my finger raised coyly

yo my mouth

in mock thought

then

 

“CRAZY!”

with bared teeth in

a lopsided happy grimace,

one fist full of black

(but really red) hair

but doesn’t say

 

 

“You are exquisite”

or show how irresistibly your

smile makes me smile

when beneath your

knowing, playful gaze

I develop.