for the Valentines

wish i had found this poem on the 14th, but better late than not at all. hope you love it.

it's by poet Tony Hoagland.

(you can see a really fun reading of it by the poet here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/video/315 )

Romantic Moment

After seeing the nature documentary we walk down Canyon Road
into the plaza of art galleries and high end clothing stores

where the orange trees are fragrant in the summer night
and the pink adobe walls glow fleshlike in the dark.

It is just our second date, and we sit down on a bench,
not looking at each other, holding hands

and if I were a bull penguin right now I would lean over
and vomit softly into the mouth of my beloved

and if I were a peacock I’d flex my gluteal muscles to
erect and spread the quills on my cinemax tail.

If she were a female walkingstick bug she might
insert her hypodermic proboscis delicately into my neck

and inject me with a rich hormonal sedative
before attaching her egg sac to my thoracic undercarriage

and if I were a young chimpanzee I would break off a nearby tree limb
and smash all the windows in the plaza jewelry stores.

And if she was a Brazilian leopard frog she would wrap her impressive
tongue three times around my right thigh

and pummel me lightly against the surface of our pond
and I would know her feelings were sincere.

Instead we sit awhile in silence, until
she remarks that in the relative context of tortoises and iguanas,

human males seem to be actually rather expressive.
And I say that female crocodiles really don’t receive

enough credit for their gentleness.
Then she suggests that it is time for us to go

to get some ice cream cones and eat them.

***I couldn't find his original, published version, so this is definitely not a perfect copy. the words seem accurate but not the line breaks or other mechanics.

But the poem is pretty great, right? I mean.