I want to write
about love
in curling scripts
that tug character strings
and release
magic butterflies.
I want to dream
about love
hiding under
thick blankets
fantasizing
hoping
for an encounter
unreal.
I want to reach
your love
through pristine letters
with fading ink
smoothed
over
and over
again
through chaste kisses
blushing in
winter’s cold
because
no novels
no lyrics
no words
can satisfy.
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