Burlesque Valentine

In need of a friend I came to you.

not a lover, a willing comrade.

No kisses, no hugs, just an ear,

with fervor unnoticed, a blockade.

 

My fantasy, my delusion rapt me,

snivelling, crushed in fairyland.

An accidental touch from you,

feelings of arousal summoned.

 

If minds could meld, you’d have seen,

I was solely trapped in the anecdote.

Head to the side, sneaking a glance,

a reverie I see, and sugarcoat.

 

Looking back, I don’t feel repentant,

it was an epoch when love was plausible.

In the land of fairies, I transport to dream,

where being your Valentine’s possible.