I am an artist...
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This means I live in a 
perverse fantasy world with unrealistic expectations...
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SUGAR … 
 
Red image, white heart of valentines
When Love Is In The AirGodiva's magic candy makers use to fatten their illusion: 
 
 
"LOVE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATE-COVERED CHERRIES" 
red-red roses and their dainty cousin daisies severed in their prime so we might ask: 
 
"SHE LOVES ME OR SHE LOVES ME NOT?" 
and RAP-raped rhythms pumping us to buy prepackaged tenderness: the 50-thousandth reprint of a Valentine designed especially for hearts too busy to compose a love song or a poem or serve as cleverly deceptive "duty-cards" disguising passions ritual eroded long ago.
 
AND SPICE 
what joy it is to live in times when ecstasy's a product of Viagara or designer drugs; when love's the cliched output from assembly lines. Who needs a Romeo or Juliet, a Tristan and Isolde? We get our kicks from cheap-shock TV's masturbations.
 
AND EVERYTHING NICE …
[little gold-stained fingers holding out a dandelion, Picassos crayons craft with captions of immortal meaning: "MOTHER" ...
 
unexpected smiles, exchanging toothless kisses testifying to enduring bonds, the pageantry of youngsters walking hand-in-hand; that peace that only comes from understanding quiet breathing in a marriage bed; sick-room stillness broken by a whisper; "FRIEND" and the most intangible enigma of them all: the chemistry we label … LOVE
 
THAT'S WHAT VALENTINES ARE MADE OF.
 
j j di Salvo copyright.2006