On the fourteenth day of the month named after, Februus
Expect not tired gifts, this day has come to define
For the dead language foretells of this month to be icy
Of all the months named after planets and gods
This month was cheated, bestowed with the fewest of days
Cold and fleeting, the apex of winter. What were the odds?
The shortest and coldest of time, burdened to carry flames
Ask not to own what’s in my chest and beats
Its ticks are finite in number, one day it will be still
Take instead what is unseen, what time cannot cheat
Pour your soul in to mine, allow two, to become one
Stay with me this day, this night, this forever
Lay with me, bring every imaginary imperfection
Trust not mirrors or words or any past lover
Gaze upon and trust instead your reflection in my eyes
Share with me your pain, all of your doubts and fears
Proclaim to me, your wishes, dreams and darkest desires
Reveal your face to my light, expose the stains left by tears
Allow my kiss to replace the stains with a glow
Do not ask me to be your Valentine
On the fourteenth day of the month named after, Februus
Ask me to serenade you for the rest of time
And dance for me, while I’m inside you, to my song
