The Valentimes Weekly #1 Poem by Gabriel Owino Jr.

see me through the sights of your fears,
as i close in with desserted malice,
sweet and dear,
more than yearned and deserved,
to calm your severed lust,
all saved for the last.

nothing but kisses on your kisses
touches on your touches,
let all this that hides in your pretty mind,
let it heal that seamed heart.

no, no,
forget the times your tears fell for my misdears,
for if my sins knew how to love,
you wouldn't fall endlesssly,
you and your glass heart,
how would i reside in a broken heart.

hush now,
let your asthmatic breathes tell me why,
why i can't be myself without us
for my love feeds on yours