LETTER II

Her to Him

THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.

i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::