Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
She is going against the typical traditions of Valentine’s Day, stating she has not sent either. Note the use of  alliterative  hard ‘c’s and 'k’, perhaps to express a note of contempt for these conventions.
Valentine