never been written...

what is it about a love letter?

i think of a love letter

and i get warped back

to the basics of elementary

valentine's notes

for everyone

but that one especially big

heart-shaped

candy-scented valentine

the one you gave out amongst the rest

so no one would see

the deep shade of burgundy

i get taken back to the high days

in school

notes folded

in triangles

~sounds of bangles~

while hurriedly writing...

4 your eyes only!

and yet...

i've never been written

not promises

or intentions

but notes of admiration

excitement

captured on lines

by someone

who took the time

to note me worthy

of a little leaf

an old-fashioned

romantic initiation of proclamation

him on ball point

pointing out the good in me

that brings the best out in him

makes me wonder...

with all the

i

love

yous

where in the hell

are the sweeping gestures

displays of affection?

to be thought of

in tandem with

warm haze

setting off

record plays

kool-aid days

(the red flave)

sitting under shade

with me laid

between his legs

i mean,

is it that chivalry

really IS dead?

hell...

i've written a few...

ran through pens

like after school discipline

writing "hims"

on lovely whims

but where's MY

special delivery?

i don't know...

i guess

somewhere out there

lost in the sorts

on a slow postal day

perhaps my personal

handwritten display

ended up at the wrong address

~sigh~

to KNOW without guessing

that it is written

dearly to me

would be sweet

sincerely,

me