I started this note
somewhere in the middle
of Chesapeake Bay…staggering
upper deck on a ferry named FANTASY,
floating towards Foreverville.
Your arms surrounded me
like a memory,
chestnut hair wildly dispersed,
September chill on sky-mist stationary,
your tongue on the crease
of my sticky envelope,
tendrils of curls crossing the t’s,
dotting the eyes…
When you set yourself to reading,
be apprised that the ink is still wet;
the paper is thin as lingerie lace,
and because you are beautiful,
the words have a transparent sheen
wherefore you needn’t rush,
as you never do,
to pluck the lovely letters.
They will fall away
like leaves in October,
and the passages will open
warm and inviting,
with every hidden meaning.
I missed reading those words that make me sigh and dream … come to think of it… I miss you
Finally, I get this thing to work.
Of course you miss me, Sam. The next time you take another one of your impossibly long trips, I’ll be sure to remind you.
xoxo
This IS dreamy. Sam is right.
I’m glad you think so, girl. Thanks for checking it out!
xoxo
“…that the ink is still wet;
the paper is thin as lingerie lace,
and because you are beautiful,
the words have a transparent sheen..”
Wow! Firey and sweet. “)
I’m so glad you think so! Thanks for checking this out!
xoxo