Valentine's Day

we talked standing on rounded stones scattered in the mud,
a disembodied dot talking to a line.ear thinker that was just making his point
that nudged the dot over a bit past her comfort zone until spherical tears rolled
down hemispherical cheeks and then the line reached across to the dot,
over the mud and past the still muddy shelving from the flood and the dot
of tears rolled across the line, down the arms and legs to the ground and
disappeared into the muddy earth.