Love Letter

She envelops herself

in the ocean breeze

and travels across mailslots

posted over tangled intersections of latitudes and longitudes;

first name Love, second name Letter,

stamped with ink

borrowed from the night sky,

sealed with the delicacy of the moon,

to transmit tenderness when opened

with first rise of the eyelids,

as the world wakes under a chirping spell,

yet to blaze routinely overhead.

Written in a language you are most fluent in, she resurrects your buried heart.

And you,

you resonate,

with every song of the sea

she sings to you.

She finds you.

Like a sea shell

burrowed incoherently

in the sand.

She finds you.

You are home.

- u.m