By Kimee E. Santiago
**I revised the poem, "letters"; i meant it to be communicated this way, not only as a nostalgic poem about snail mail. i realized the first draft needed a few more hints, so here it goes. =)
Hey.
I got your e-mail.
They’re more like notices
Getting shorter as they come
Like I am a transaction.
I’m sorry it took me a day
To respond.
Had to go through the letters
You used to send me. I keep them in a
Bundle, Dear, by my pillow.
Tied loosely with the rosepoint sash
Of my lingerie unwashed
Since you left.
How much do stamps cost now?
I knew you better when
Your illegible cursives would
Stroke me gently and lift my skirt
Then I would feel how you went
Through your day as your
Loops and tittles sigh with
The release of your pen.
And I would lean back, weakened
with the pages consumed by your presence.
Before resealing your letters
I’d taste you in the flap.
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i believe that every poem is a work in progress. when i encountered the first version, it was like having a five-meal course that ended with the salad. after reading the revised version, i believe i have had the dessert, dear. Wow. "Your illegible cursives would stroke me gently and lift my skirt..." borders on erotica. Let's rock some more boats!!! "And I would lean back weakened with the pages consumed by your presence..." I don't know what to make of this, but somewhere in the deepest corner of my mind, I think I know what this means, dear. This poem rocks!
"I keep them in a
Bundle, Dear, by my pillow.
Tied loosely with the rosepoint sash
Of my lingerie unwashed
Since you left."
i might have missed the sexiness of this line. i'm sorry. hehe.
this revision just served its purpose.
if the speaker's lover is a fetish of dirty lingerie, i just couldn't conclude what he'd do after reading that line i just quoted.
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