Epistolary Affairs

Your emerald eyes caught mine

in between parentheses,

your fingers slipping through sentences

reaching for mine.

You never asked my name;

but I felt the whispered echo of it

in your phrases,

like a heartbeat wrapped in rhyme.

I dog-ear the memory of it,

already hungry for more.

Your inky breath pours hot

over my lips,

as I'm kissed with comprehension,

knowing another has seen,

felt,

touched,

a universe within a verb.

I hold the gemstone of each one

as a keepsake.

Your story leans into my skin,

like a page without margins.

They embrace me fully

in perfect double-lined space.

I could rest here in these stanzas

for hours, upon hours,

wrapped up in the soul of you.

To the one I found in footnotes -

Tuck me in between your covers,

like a bookmark,

so that I might continue to glimpse,

the truest love,

I have ever known.