To my valentine.

I give you Something of mine.

I see its crimson red, 
While it remains precariously 
Within my grasp.

You see me hand it to you,
Letting you feel the gentle 
curves And smooth skin.

I see you smile,
Laughing at some 
unheard joke.

You see yourself, deep within,
Yet at the same time-
Me. 

I see you reach behind,
Hands rattling on the table,
And grasp in your hand a knife.

You see a steel knife,
Laying in your hand,
Glistening.

I see you hesitate
While you take the knife
And plunge it downward.

You see me squirm
While your hands become wet
With cool liquid.

We both take a bite
out of our halves
of an apple.