A Valentine Fable

Time’s in two places at once.  It’s not red roses or a locket, but like some bird in spring with nothing, just my love song

Valentine’s Day, I talked to you, and we’re hot lovers, you let me touch your skin of gold and kiss your belly hot as fuck

But how do I explain I’ve always fucked up, and you get the blame. What are you doing? I sit on my bed, unable

To touch you today, but I can in Time’s Other place. How do I explain? My fancy touches you there, anyway