Valentine’s Day Twice That Valentine’s day she woke up Knowing that he was close by, on the same street. The evening before had not gone to her plan. Her plan was not to see him at all. She had sensibly and sincerely Pushed all obsession and thought Into the arena of the imagination. He was not interested or so it seemed And she was unavailable, or so it seemed And there it could have remained Impasse. But that evening in the late 1990’s He arrived at her door and she Opened to his face – touched By his thoughtful bottle of Red and bottle of white. Who would have thought they would drink Both. Make love on the front room floor And lose his pony-tail band In her Father’s slipper – for him to find Puzzled the next day. This really was not her plan. They talked and talked About the letters she sent from 5000 miles away – left unanswered and she thought unwanted. Who knew he liked them? Eventually she gave up ...