February 13

He steps over the crack
in the sun-bleached sidewalk
and glances at the flower stand,
and the roses deep red
and the baby's breath blue
mix with the atmosphere pink;
he ponders the separate beauty
of each delicate bud,
and the Valentine's cards
cause him to wonder why love
has a gender at all.


Info:
Editing status: edited
Composed: Unsure; I think February 2004
Submissions: None
Inspiration: being bi and a gay rights activist while I lived in Georgia on Valentine's Day? Not entirely sure, I wrote it a while ago. It's still one of my favorites, though.