Valentine

You asked me to remove the necklace

of boulders leaden across my neck.

What had felt like polished obedience

pained me for years with its harsh gravity.

As I let go, the weight once lifted

released and took me into my own arms. 

And just ahead of another sunrise 

I could decipher chance blue a peach hue

with froth gray, imbued with their own 

soon disappearance better than a prior 

jewelry misconstrued that I might 

finally love you as I am.