Happy Valentine’s Day!
Montague and Capulet
twined like the limbs of
a twisted tree, battered by the
elements, torn by the wind and rain, frozen then cooked,
it is unsheltered in the world; exposed to the sun and the sky and the stormy sea.
We, too, are unsheltered, except by each other, judged and despised by our families.
Like the tree, we’re torn by words, tears, snubbed, despised.
But we twist hearts together, thus,
and twine, in the night