Valentines Verdict

they fall into my lap, unresistant. chocolate, the size of a silver dollar. sensation of mint betwixt my fingers. I bite into each one, its cool breath second to none. Godiva ceased production of these tongue trinkets. love pales with petals and Russell Stover… my husband and I hold hands, press our temples together and sigh with the sprightly rush of memory. Mrs. Field’s fresh Cookies a close second especially tasty at Fisherman’s Wharf. still I gladly accept tulips in a väse, its life-giving water, and caramel dreams. my heartthrob beams awaiting the verdict — it’s Valentine’s Day. he’s pretty sure I am his. holding daisy by the stem — she loves me, she loves me not just to be sure, he’s counted each petal beforehand. eleven flowers on the floor — for pity sake. 1/31/2021