in the ink that flows from the tip of my wishes, I write these letters that go hand in hand with prose

with the poetry of traveling your body to caress the sensuality of your skin

my fingers squeeze the long sentences to rhyme with your voice raised to the sky

so that they match what your heart feels and mine

I hold them slowly and some words stretch

they lengthen and harden, making the sheet stained

with the stamp of passion

I bow my intentions at the perfect angle so that the sentences

take on innocence and mischief

on the side I keep writing you in glued handwriting

letting the words ride down your back

at the cry of your sighs

I bite the commas making the dots

allow them be an ellipsis.