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Valentine’s Day by Massimo

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Valentine’s Day by Massimo

Valentine’s Day.

Forgive me, my love,
if I am telling you only today,
but there was no better day
to let you know
than Valentine’s Day,
the feast of lovers.
For I have fallen in love
with another
and I could not keep silent.
Besides,
you would have noticed
my absent self,
my mind running
elsewhere.
To her.
You see, my poor love,
the comparison is unequal.
She has curves you do not have
and never will.
She will give me the warmth
you never knew how to give me.
She will take fire
the moment I touch her
and will burn a long while
as I hold her
between my hands.
And when, after hours,
the passion has died down,
she will not turn away
to smoke
as you do,
but will stay close to me,
lying on her side
spent and emptied,
yet ready to begin again.
Do not hold it against me, my love,
if, in consequence,
while you are away,
the sleeping beauty
who lies under the glass
on a bed of silk
is woken
by the lips of a man.
It is the fate
that perhaps does not await every
woman,
but that certainly awaits every
Pipe.
Massimo Pellerano

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