Love letters written
on scraps of memory like scattered sheets
Passed in secret,
crumpled in balls in order to be discrete.
Lover letters to be
torn apart in fits of anger and of pain
To bloch and bleed in
the tears that fall from their face like rain.
Love letter writing,
the skill of the pen and the ink
Of passion and desire,
of words and thoughts to think
Of desire and of the
fire, like blood rushing to the brain
Of craziness and the
game, of madness and the insane.
Love letters folded and
hurriedly hidden away
Shame painted on
faces, innocence holds sway.
Taken up by the
teacher, revealed to all
Heating your face,
making you want to be so small.
Dipped in perfume,
sensual and very sweet
Read in the hall,
feeling it’s limits, incomplete.
I love you she writes
in simple excited tones
Oho he thinks, he
longs to get her number to phone
Sometimes they are
pretty, sometimes they are hot
Sometimes they leave
you cold, sometimes not.
Love amongst the
young, always the same and yet still new
Risky and wild, pure
and sometimes true.
Love letters given to
the one you would love
As if your fates are
entwined by the stars above
Until you open their
locker door only to find
All of your love
letters have been left behind
She clutches his final
sharp words to her chest
He wonders around
deject, did he fail some test?
She cries and wishes
that he would just call
He wonders what action
caused his fall.
She waits for him, but
he doesn’t have the guts
He spends a lot of
time staring, no ifs and or buts-
She hides the pages
and dries her tears.
The love letters will
sit unread for years.
Muse of the Moment:
Claudia Black
of Farscape Fame Mostly
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