Valentine

Anti-Valentine

(16th of February)

The page never fills

In vain I swim

I’m not made for love,

Or for taking the pill.

I can’t brush my teeth

Of the venom secretion

I bath in your tears

Purifying ablution

I lost my voice

I grew many arms

Grabbed charmed possessions

Protection from harm.

All I am is the tear

Wound that never seals

I bleed and I bleed

You mop up the spills.

Pro-Valentine

(by Gub, 16th of February, Wales)

So

We bleed.

If we feed another’s need

Are we freed

Slightly?

To gaze into the night sky

And watch the comets blaze

To sign each-other's thoughts

With our names

To cross the path of guilt

With pleasure

To share the other's

Verse

Compare rhythm and fucking

We’re on together

As often as we’re off

Our love’s environmentally sound

As frequent lost as it is found

But the battle’s share of

Victories and defeats is ours and ours

Alone.

The love we live

Nothing compares

To what we too achieve

When passion competes.....