February

Put your heart on the line

Can you feel the flutter?

The expectation of what needs to be done

on one cold short day

Am I a winner because I am taken?

Or do I miss the taste of freedom

that singularity brings

I am expected to wear a shade of lips

that mirror a cherry in the heat

of the summer.

And a dress that matches the

shadowed color of red

All this, just one short day

Show love in other ways

That way on a cold day in February

You too feel the freedom,

Free of expectation.