Thursday, October 30, 2014

mail

I want to be wrapped up in you;
enveloped like the love letters
I write on scraps.
Postage paid, I want to be dropped
in a box, bubble wrapped
and bound for your body.
fly me across the country
as fast as I can
express post, I am rushing
towards you.
I want to be tucked away,
in your warmth
and sealed safely
in your arms.
Every single night.  


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