Handwritten Letters

Handwritten Letters

I wake to the wait of her body

Resting with a quiet impatience for my response to her call.

Her lips full of love letters…

Hand and tongue delivered to my sleepy front door.

She’s been ringing the bell to no avail and now,

She rests on my rising heartbeat…

Her unconscious cooing filters through my sleep fog…

Awakening a spiraling groundswell of senses

That sneak their way up through my pounding parts.

A quickening…

Pushing audible sighs through the screen door in my mind.

Their melodic clarity swinging harder…

Faster…

Until they spill unrestrained through the parting of my lips.

Flinging my front door wide open,

I grab her notes with a hunger

Found only in these

Infrequent, early hours together.

My aching arms see her first…

Encircle her…

Before these eyes are ever revived.

And my eyes are the last to connect to her pace…

Her rhythm.

They shout out across our expanse of shared greenery,

“Good morning, Lover!”

And what is there left to do but,

Unfold the letters and read their sweetness aloud to her,

Over and over…

For as long as we are allowed.

xoT

~ ∞♥ for my Mistake ~