Valetine, my fever

Scouring my brains closet for public notices and announcements of your love. The sinking ships and relationships of the past age leave me wanting more, and then I fall lfor you and every two years or so - my tongue gets tied and we find ourselves in a new-kind, of worship, of kinder carefully touching one anothers skin.

Sarah, you bashful feminist. I love you and feel your breath from a mile away. Happy Valentines Day.