Valentine

Blood soaked, wine soaked,
curled silk spirals,
streaked with gold,
atop emerald spiked pillars.
Regally, mysteriously they sit
whispering and hissing
to this impatient flower.
Our world cannot turn
as fast as is desired.
The jade spikes pierce
and yet support my dreams.
The handsomes drift by,
this flower, unnoticed, sheds a tear
Crumpled I lie until I am alone.
The tears feed the stem 'til next year.