02-16-2016, 02:27 PM
I don't even have a Valentine. I think I'm (over)compensating.
TO MY VALENTINE
Don't be a Saint for me tonight,
my almond tree -- although the night
between our naked bodies is as death,
and beauty is as holiness,
your rosy crown is no triumphal wreath,
and even God suffers unrest.
Until love pleases, let us sleep instead,
and let the cherubs sanctify our bed.
TO MY VALENTINE
Don't be a Saint for me tonight,
my almond tree -- although the night
between our naked bodies is as death,
and beauty is as holiness,
your rosy crown is no triumphal wreath,
and even God suffers unrest.
Until love pleases, let us sleep instead,
and let the cherubs sanctify our bed.