Heather Gold

You don’t just make appointments,
you make time stop

Just so I can see you more,
I’ve broken my clock.

I long to feel you run
your fingers on my hair.

I long to see you dressed in less
than day or evening wear.

I’m secure enough in my manhood
to marry the gays

But I can’t take my wife on Fox,
we’re going separate ways.

Are you so hot, you’ll make me miss
the future I have made?

Well, I’ve watched Bill and Rudy,
and so I am not afraid.

Please meet me late tonight,
I’ve got a Plumpjack wine.

Admiring you not from afar,
your secret valentine.