POETRY

The Letter

I lie in an off-white envelope awaiting your attention
you insinuate your sharp implement, roughly tear my seal,
grab me out to hold him close invisibly through me

I feel your trembling fingers respond as you greedily devour
intimate content of scrawled urgings spewed upon my face

You turn me over in your hands, shamelessly hungry
for more until finally you crumble me to your chest,
clutching my starched stiffness to your breast

I thrill at my role in your romance while you entomb me
in a musty book on your ready bedside table where
I’ll await the coming night when you will tenderly retrieve me

I will once more feel your wonton eyes engulf me, your
eager hands caress my skin again and again and again

m. landers 05/06