floating and leaving no trace
i long to open you
the way the letter opener
desires to slip between
the thin layers of the envelope
to free the message within
your letters are breaths
whispered, imprints on
time both more substantial
than flame susceptible pages
but as pale as dissolving gossamer
i found your blood
in a red-stained envelope
waiting in my mailbox
throbbing like an organ
the thickened state of it
surprised me though
i thought it would be more akin
to ice water than a
hot, swirling pudding of
reds and browns
easy enough to take a pen
and write
–but carefully
so as not to puncture–
[return to sender]
and lift the heart-red flag
to alert the postman
i didn’t have a letter opener, you see
and i was out of stationery and
razor blades
for a proper reply
you have my apologies, of course
truth transmitted directly from source
but too small, words too few
to make much difference to you
my skin a fractured eggshell
spiderweb damage the betraying tell
no need for hell to punish sin
i carry my eternal flames within
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 16
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