On Repeat – A Poem For Valentine’s Day

A red rose up close.

Pluck this red rose, if you must,
unused silent marbles gather dust.

Pluck this red rose, can’t you see?
Your ex ghosted ten texts in a week.

Pluck this red rose, for more sex.
Mortal body pay it forward to the next.

Pluck this red rose, not a weed.
Love is a sexually transmitted reprise.

Read more poems on lurrrvve at the Poetry Foundation.

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