A Valentine’s Day dance.

Completely lost to chance.

In the tides of my vision.

I see one, in proposition.

The newest grill.

At the end of the market.

It is a beautiful grill.

Gorgeous and delicious looking.

My heart drums in my chest.

Brain filing in haste.

I thrum my fingers on my waist.

Lip bit, and spit slick.

I look to the price tag, weighing my options.

Sweat rolls down my brow in a panic.

“Only $399!” Yells the sign.

So I take to looking around me.

Couples are walking, head on shoulder.

Hands swinging back and forth.

I hold no romantic love of my own.

Yet as I look to the grill, I finally make my choice.

I sit in my backyard, heart swelling with joy.

Lawn chair sat comfortably on the ground.

With meat smoking on the $399 grill, my love.