Love letter in the mail, boxing me in a key-locked jail, what do you say?
you have letters that read like Braille
Unlettering my words assuredly from their thoughts’ places and
exhausting my secrets for bail in heartbeat chases.
Blind-eyed fingers blindsided me,
blind-guided my heart’s teachers by
memories of kisslong lingering
Back into remiss of love’s illiteracy,
untethering my nerve and his words
feel like topical illusions… dotted Braille protrusions
Posing as calligraphy, in a love letter in mail.
And the world is losing its color into a guilty blur –
in bleed of second thoughts
Admittedly like second-degree murder
of his love first degree nurtured.
Why can’t I be blind too, so that my fingertips could read,
so that my lips could lead, imagining indistinct imagery
of obstacles encumbering my way into love,
While tapping into the form of his kiss?
My hesitancy is on trial in plea of not guilty,
without defense against his poetry –
He knows I rather not see so he sings to me
in ways that I can feel,
Love letter in the mail, what should I say – a testimonial to grey?
or should I let hindsight die, should I retrospect regretfully?
Oh I would rather stumble lovestruck through the dark of uncertainty
Than see the path before me align perfectly!
So I’ll address his name in Braille on lines of heaven above …
To . . : :’ ::
From……your one and only love.