Letter for Letter

We struggled letters, grass evergreen, tossing coins. Our

instant love, two weeks of fantasy, a purse lost at sea.

I retrieved such mercy, as bold as actors, as feral as

wolves. She cried to explain—painful months, aware of

mortality. It was ever us, as primal as cheetahs, as

soothing as songwaves. I tugged a skirt, fell a spell, alone

in our trepidation. Rain poured upon a roofless house;

where we loved upon blended woods. Fridays were

colored with lust; and Mondays we’re burdened with pain.

I loved her, as tough as roots; and I kissed her, as warm

as passion. We struggled portraits, for college was back in

session. Promises became life, while twelve months

formed a fortress. Time would disconnect bonds, where

love anew sparked a reverend. Tears washed debris,

studded in a horse’s mane. We spoke gently of choices,

hard to understand, musing treasured letters.