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uncharted course
sometimes romance
is a letter
it arrives without me
but maps out space in
your intimate geography
it sails through your thoughts
like the breeze sailors shoot
on calm days about a wild night
and like this, they are just words
as valuable as the sand
shaken from your bathing suit
but even that is a treasure
of its own intrinsic merit
with that image
knowing you are not here
i can only pretend to be there
clinging to your personal spinnaker
as i lick your envelope closed
