Billet-Doux, he sends to his lover…
I’m etched over with black ink
scented with jasmine, bound up
with red heart-strings, placed
precarious among snow-crystal
branches of an evergreen-holly.
I’m carried across sepia skies:
dark, frozen, overcast, by a dove
to her warm chambers. I’m thawed
by the fireplace, she reads unfamiliar
words, absorbs a new language, until
she commits my secrets to flames—
my lyrics saved forever in her memory.
–> Claire Smith
image by Smiling Pixells @Pixabay