sentiment travels to you in white envelopes
it travel up the hill in the service of our
u.s. government
it traverses time from a week ago
when i woke with gravity pulling towards
desire and your lips
it was 4 a.m. and i wanted
to hold you tight
less for you and more for my trivial
self-serving joy and comfort
i rolled my arms out of the blankets
found a pen and wrote down an image
to seduce your kiss
five fingertips feeling
the warmth of your cheek and
the excitement of your proximity
the appetizers of passion
the gentle graze of my lips
against yours
now i send you a white envelope
to ply you with the words
that hint at more, when less
might be enough
but it's the deal i will barter you with