To Whom It May Concern

Woo me-

Not with your words but with your

Presence.

 

The memories.

Let your hands replace them,

So when they cascade down my curves.

My flesh can feel alive.

Setting fire to every nerve.

 

Bring your lips, too.

So they can brush against mine.

Let them wake up my body,

One kiss at a time.

 

I am solitary.

The pause between beats.

My mind differs from the world.

So thus, it retreats.

 

If you could bring yours,

What a joy that would be.

For the two could then duet,

Creating a delicious melody.

 

Until then, dear sir.

The ghosts will make do.

But know this distance is a burden.

And with that, I say adieu.