I kept his red blood beater
in my heart-shaped box
lined with green velvet
as my personal valentine —
a gift I could open each year.
But now his misshapen heart
is velveted with a green mold
lining the gaping ventricles
like four obscene mouths —
chambers awaiting some small
treasure I no longer have.
Explanation: I found that list of offbeat phrases in the “Strange Visitors” contest awhile back amusing, and began to think of them as titles for poems…I may do more based on the others, if/when time permits. (Hint: click on the “Weblog Exclusive” department to read all the others.)