Lonely are these February days,
They hide behind some chilling milestone;
Tasteless-- bitter,
Stings like hell;
Beside the olive branched dreams,
My backbone aches,
Of corset stained skeleton;
Licked-- tied together in imperfect knots,
Whips and chains, smile slyly,
Standing impromptu,
Behind the lemonade stand;
Her flat eyes bleed to white,
On hearts cradle,
This stupid holiday was dismissed;
Hand me your pocket,
Here is my heart--
Keep it safe from broken coronary,
It passes down-- complicated;
Scratch Saint Valentine, so we can laugh,
And kiss on some tangled romance.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
