Return To Sender
She placed stamps on her secrets
She spoke softly as if to
discern a sort of quite rapport
to keep my trust and seal my lips
All her letters were sent
to a New York P.O. Box
An electrically charged
and entrusted me to send them
in a timely manner through the U.S. Mail
She spoke softly as if to
discern a sort of quite rapport
to keep my trust and seal my lips
like the envelopes housing
her poetic infidelities
All her letters were sent
to a New York P.O. Box
or sometimes Paris
She was a high fashion flirt
and men engaged with her,
opened doors and tossed smiles
An electrically charged
modern-day Liz Taylor
with eyes that set men's hands
and hearts to flame
Flowers came and hand-written letters,
boxes of chocolate
trinkets, jewels and perfume
Then the mail just halted
the letters stopped coming
and the mailbox began to collect dust ...
One day a handsome man
appeared in the shadows of the doorway
said his wife of 30 years
had bled out onto the shower tiles ...
"I didn't even know she had a mailbox."
One day a handsome man
appeared in the shadows of the doorway
said his wife of 30 years
had bled out onto the shower tiles ...
"I didn't even know she had a mailbox."
apryl skies © 2011
