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    LETTERS

    Letter

    I hath sent many a letter

    and nary one hath been returned

    truly i understand your reluctance

    as we have been tempestuous at best

    lovers with an intensity within the genesis

    of moral corruption

    yes indeed my love

    sensitive souls are corruptable 

    for they yearn opportunity 

    and with chance comes the inevitable debate

    which constricts ones mind 

    and forces love in its infancy to be stillborn

    we hath never if ever truly belonged to us

    the villiage being the siren call in the midst 

    of our passionate twilight

    beseeching us and probing for answers to questions

    they in their solitude are hesitant

    to inquire

    perhaps our shared desire was based 

    upon baseless predictions

    given as we are to impromptu affirmations of love

    yet what hath we done

    did we survive the strom formed upon

    the sea of tranquility or did we purposely

    attempt to resume our communication

    on the darkest side of the moon

    where light of our loves bonfire cannot reflect

    and only the void of space and planetary masses

    too  distant to reach reside

    perhaps the incoming tides

    washed away the imprint of our bodies 

    cojoined as one in passionate embrace 

    upon the sands of the beach

    or maybe we are the products of petulance

    I know not

    as i sit and wonder why letters sent to your heart

    hath never been returned

    today I shall not churn inside 

    or spurn your grattitude for what we are

    but I shall lament  what we could have become

    time is the final arbiter on all decisions 

    concerning  matters of the heart

    i know this based upon past pain 

    of being exiled from paradise and thrust 

    into the wilds of eros

    many a men hath lost there way

    in attempts to subsist on lustful yearnings

    I

    not by choice 

    but by the spirits decree cannot do so

    for my blessings small as they may seem 

    to untrained eyes are dependent upon 

    my virtue

    and my pride is no longer a price of admission

    for those who question said virtue

    for now as i contemplate letters sent not returned

    I feel not a burning sense of curiosity

    but rather a resigned debilitation

    such is my skill at hiding pain the world

    around us will only see the man 

    they have become accustomed to expect

    yet  at night 

    when all is still

    and against my weakened will

    I will contemplate the fate we hath be assigned

    and the glorious fate we hath lost

    and i will weigh the cost 

    of retaining my worth 

    yet losing  a love beyond worth

    to the worthlessness of assumption

    letters doth not matter

    for they are but sketches of silence

    not meant to form a comprehensive thought 

    but rather highlight the apprehension

    of hearts that once sought 

    solace within the promise of loves embrace

    the taste of your favorite wine remains upon my lips

    and even that will fade as the day marches towards 

    an absolute conclusion

    but run I will not

    from chance

    from fate

    from dreams

    for as I pen this letter I realize our love

    is all i have at this moment to warm 

    my bitter day in this our winter of discontent

    yet I wonder as winter fades 

    and spring cascades over the hills

    will during these warming trends 

    our love end

    or did it indeed end when you hath received

    letters from my heart and chose to ignore them

    during your diatribe

    I know not

    I only know my love for you remains steadfast

    a lasting tribute

    to all you meant 

    the day I sat and wrote my first letter 

    to your heart

    that letter I seem to recall was read and a reply

    sent in haste

    and now

    I hath but the aftertaste of your favorite wine

    upon my lips  to remind me of  you

     

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