I want to write you more letters but I
write letters now like poems which are made
of letters. I want to smell you like leather
smooth worn, show you my tan, slightly
sticky to the touch of naked skin. I want to
wrap you up so I can see which direction you're
looking, tie you down so I can feel the way you move,
I want to hear your dreams more than I want to
be in them, I want to see plays with you, play
with you, be with you stay with you while I wave to you
on your ship from the pier as you expeditious you
want I? no, you.
want! and your wanting clarifies me your
giving lets me give, I want to give
these poems to you
sotto voce, sub lettor
no lessor none better