Love Letters

the art of giving is 

in the silent 

unsuperfluous "k—"

hidden... 

that extra special 

attached

to the ever generous,

"now," like a kiss—

sound that seals

and makes acceptable

the entire gift,

in whole and in piece

addressed to the Who

that apprehends in thanks—

all there really is, to "no,"

with double jointed arms

that open, instead of fold...

like a partner, variable and

formulated as shown—

the too ambiguous other

character n...

in whose shoes to be candid

any figure can aptly stand

but then again...

there is only 

you—

and your mirror...

to receive in silence

"o!" the thing 

desired...

yet immaterial—

the unenunciated

secret tied in black

satin ribbon...