Gravity that shows me direction Tells me if I’m falling or standing The railings on stairs, brakes in a car The thin thread that keeps me here, hanging The light as it vanishes shadows And nourishment in times of less The feeling returning When exiting numb loneliness A petal refusing to fall A cookie still fresh and still sweet When time takes all else, with your love It stalls and refuses to meet The air in my lungs The change to my stubborn inertia The teaspoon of honey I pour Into coffee in sugar’s absentia The warm when all else is extreme The soft when the world is abrasive The need to find right among wrong And the dream lucid, live and evasive You’re this and much more to discover Be my Valentine’s, Bibi My lover