I learned the alphabet the same way,
I memorize your body,
tracing without carbon, ink,
or medium no more permanant
than the sensation of flesh
on tree-flecked metered paper.
Pocks and scars the size of mountains
belie the pristine of letters
to tiny fingers infatuated by row
after row in a masterpiece of twenty-
six pages propped and curtained,
casted as a story with vowels,
consonants, and at last, the means
to record how I've grown to love you.

04/11/2006

Posted on 04/11/2006
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