It Was Never About the Valentine It Was Always About the Heart Valentine

I gave the flies my shoes
and now they want my feet
I gave my body its lust
and now it wants me dust
(the thing about couplets
is they become quintuplets)
it was never about poetry
it was always about the poem
(those who write poetry
are condemned to read it)
it was never about the body
it was always about the lust
it was always about the movement
it was never about the dust