From Onions To Earth.

It’s Valentine’s Day

But you ain’t no saint

You tell me that it is

I tell you it ain’t

Pale skin cherubs not really my vibe

Blush on the cheeks when we imbibe

Wine glasses on the shelves pastel pink

I poured Veuve Clicquot 1841 down the sink

You love the pink parts that lie deep

But my dad always said the flesh is weak

And you lie so deep

I think about arrows

All the sound and fury up close

Yet from far away they seem innocuous

Flying through the air to pierce the toughest flesh

So much of nature is layers

From onions to earth.