he has no heart to give-
the first half pierced
by the cute, sexy stiletto heel
lies underneath a temptress in disguise,
the other sealed in an envelope to his dear old friend.
a blue envelope, with her name in his best handwriting,
a single forever stamp, three licks gluing it shut.
maybe he will send it, maybe not.
maybe the postal service will lose it.
maybe she will find it by accident and read it.
maybe she will see the blue under his pillow,
but not her beautiful name
(like that of a heroine in a fantasy book)
in silvery black.
maybe she knows his thoughts,
how he thinks about her honest smile,
wide and evenly framed by her soft satin lips,
her eyes, round, happy and gentle,
her calm wavy hair,
her watercolor laugh...
maybe he knows she knows, and still keeps
half his heart in an envelope.
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