Truly Yours

I like writing to you
at night.
Soft and clandestine.

Often,
I am unfamiliar with myself,
so I craft these notes for our benefit.

Sleep swiftly,
my dear.
Parade on lighter thoughts

and rejoice
in heavy slumber.
Still, my soul,
till dawn’s unrest.

For with this pen, I toil.
Berating deities
and mocking convention with shallow language.
Til you relieve my insanity

Ophelia
had not a fairer face
nor tongue.

You are the
lover of my words
and keeper of my thoughts.

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