Written Love

A poem about love letter.

love glides
in front of me —-

smelling of old
parchment,

whispering
curious words
i only came
to know
because of Frost
and O’ Hara,

(with my thesaurus
roaring hungrily
beside me)

it tastes of
ink flavoured
with maple
and cinnamon
and chocolates;

and erupting
from its pages —-
dancing hearts
waltzing
along the beat of
a trumpet;
kisses flying
like cupids in
the air;

it bears
romance in its
long-hand
cursive writing,
and breathes
mouthful
declarations;

it is a love letter,
indeed.