Such an innocuous cloak
Bearing news eagerly awaited
Or, a sachet of lifelong pain.
A wrapping guarded
by a softly licked tongue
your message – ensconced.
Do I dare?
Surely my heart
wants to know without reading
what my trembling fingers fear.
I know the fine hand
The precise loops
My name, inked
Linked to this address,
My love – Dungeon’s
With a thousand pains
May not hold my mind.
In this ecstasy of terror
Will your words sing me…?
Beyond the stars
Or rake my soul to eternity?
Tomorrow, or let a hundred years,
Take your message hence
But not let this paper lance
Reave me in-consolable.
No more, enough!
Tears have stained this silent packet
Let us part
I will never know your heart.
(Mike)
Clearly I don’t spend enough time on IT as I am so philistine compared to you,Mike-a man of words and deep feelings
You should have met me!!