Dear Loveletter

Dear loveletter,
I write your name.

I write your attention,
your exquisite form
so removed from a blame.

I form your discourse discounted and wild.
I type out your tempests
and scribble your guts you
renegade child.
I slap at your pink face.
I slap at your letters, all over the place.

I hack at your content with editors eyes.
I cringe at your lashes,
back slashes and sighs.
I scrabble your motions,
your viscera verbal.
I create then repent, relocate and repurple.

So removed from a flame,
your dispassionate form.
I attack your intention.

Reincarnal, reborn.
I write your name.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.