Valentine Poem

Love’s scary;

I never looked

so far down before,

nor up, for that matter.

These eyes

that fell from the blue

see better, deeper, wider

than ever.

This new heart beats faster.

Like an orchestra speeded up,

starting with jazz and jive,

we’ll invent a new ragtime era.

Sidestep voices that whisper:

“what if the music stops?”

or cracks that appear in

the dancefloor

before the last waltz.

I’m not a seismologist,

but don’t shout ‘San Andreas’

too loud.

The earth might move

further than expected.