"Write a letter poem to someone as though you’re waiting for them to return." I'm making a little spin on this with a love poem to someone very special.
A Letter addressed Thomasville, North Carolina
Dear owner of this heart,
I hope this finds you well.
I long to know the shape of your face cupped in my calloused palms.
Each second ticks down to summer is
a lifespan of its own.
I wish to hold something more than the
ghost of you in the witch hours of
the cool Bristol nights.
A phone call ends too quickly - sleep
interrupting your smile.
I need to hear your whisper in my ear,
my name like a hymn before an
altar and here I am reaching out;
sinew straining as I'm reaching out to you
as if I can shrink the atlantic down
to a strait and bridge the gap between us
with this body... if only to have you here
for one night and capture your lips in a kiss.
I know, somewhere you're sitting with oversized mug in hand - scent of
fresh coffee sewing itself into your shirt.
I wish I could thread my arms through
yours and pull you flush to me - to feel
our heartbeats in time; two drums with
one rhythm.
Echoing the words of a song we both
wrote the words to, in the language
we craft in long silences and loving
glances - a hymn to the love we
waiting desperately to share.
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