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.