His Secret Valentine

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    His Secret Valentine

    He plays at night in city streets
    in neon skylit hope,
    and follows 'hind a night time lass,
    a gal in need of soap.

    His heart beats hard with ev'ry step
    of swishing baggy pants;
    he peers through shadows off East Vine
    to watch her moonlight dance.

    She twirls and spins between each can;
    she dines on lower Vine...
    he rushes in to promenade
    his secret Valentine.

    They dance the Rumba 'neath the moon
    with squeals of pure "delights";
    beauty's in beholding eyes
    for vagrant socialites.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    GDMartin’s Poems (6)

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