Before emojis
aimed
to please,
and punctuated
our text-
driven
communication,
“Be mine”
and
“I’m yours”
were validation;
or perhaps
merely
expectation
or hopeful
exploration
exchanged
on Valentine’s
Day.
Verbal expressions,
corny
or horny,
are now confessions
made pictorially
with a heart
or an eggplant
emoji.
See
the emotion
evoke
a notion-
a flirtation;
a wink.
Whatever
you think,
brevity
of the
emoji
is the gesture’s
efficiency,
unless
you’re me,
and then
you guess
the best
way to
suggest
a thought
which ought
to be direct.
If love
is a universal
language,
we each
tend to speak
in a unique
dialect.
But to protect
ourselves
and deflect
from our
selves
we opt
for visual
and physical
speech
we each
understand,
which now
tends
to command
definition.
A hallmark
of love
is forgotten
egos
as we
become
consumed
by Eros.
Hearts pierced
by Cupid
and all
the stupid
merchandise
to remind
us all to
exercise
expressions
of love
to those
we prize,
and not
just
romantically.
Love
objects
to silence
and distance,
with an insistence
on affinity.
Relationships
with family
and friends
and lovers
demand
loving
attention
and some
sort of mention
of “I love you!”.
Whether with
an object,
or more
direct
speech,
each person
you can reach
needs
your love.
Happy Valentine’s Day!