A million letters shaped like hearts
Painted with the colors of my soul
Sealed by a kiss
Displayed on a white wall.
His fingers tap the kisses,
My lips feel the pressure
Despite the distance.
I whisper secrets to him
Through written words.
Ideas that travel through time
Seeking his touch.
Arriving in his mailbox,
He coddles the letters
Delicately reviewing their content.
I hold my hands above my chest
When I feel him store my affections.
I hear his heart
When he holds me as he did the letters.
We intertwine our souls
Through exchange of words
And physical touch.
Our shared flame consumes.
We find ourselves insatiable.
But on nights I can't hold his hand,
I sit in silence
And wait.
