don’t most of us find ourselves
still sitting in the freezer of winter
hand-blowing in bone-chilling cold
frosted steam under gray skies
ice crystals on eyelashes stinging ears a numb face? it’s the time to bundle up close the cold gap
breath on breath interlace fingers
touch lips
grip flesh
probing for deeper warmth
sweating when we find a passionate heat OK so maybe I’ve got the answer to that question but the follow up would be How did this “Valentine” character ever become a saint?