Lisa listened and wrote back
the minutia of our lives exchanged
like kisses on her frontsep at night
words flowed easily
like rivers meeting up
coming to a confluence
creating a greater force together
in the coupling of our seperate voices
we traded books, and stories, and letters
always letters, mailing and recieving
one every few days, immediately
starting another – – never not
connected by pen on the page
the words written as if whispered
in the dark in bed, rather than miles
and weeks, and cities apart
(November 2010)
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