October 5th, 1999

alice lost in labyrinth

poem: words and letters

words and letters

i find myself printing out emails
just so I can hold your words
hold your letters to me
close and tight
snail mail is best though
to know that your fingertips
left prints along the pages
scent of you smells like you
if I press my nose against it
I want to be with you
like the letter i'm writing you
want to be with you
this Thursday when I buy
the stamps to send it
want to be with you
when you find it
in your mailbox
sitting there
waiting
for your hands
to open up
and unfold
the insides.

05 October 1999 ADP