this February night
to the room
behind the door
up those stairs
in the place
on the street
of the city
where we lived
for a day
just us two
no one else
sun shone in
low glasses full
and over flowed
onto the bed
where we lay
arm in arms
like lovers pure
in the days
before the rain
washed time away
I still return
on Valentine’s day
to our room
behind our door
up our stairs
in our place
on our street
of our city
where we lived
for a day
just us two
no one else
sun shone in
low glasses full
and over flowed
onto the bed
where we lay
and kisses reigned
like lovers pure
and as ever
despite the hour
dream what might
St Valentine X
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