I wear your handwriting
read you
tilt to hear you
f
e
e
l
the reverberation
of your voice
within
my
body
~ reach you
e c h o
your sound
m o u t h to m o u t h
let my hand
slip
into
yours
fingers interlaced
trace you
beg you
guide you
to handwrite
the truth of us
in h i e r o g l y p h i c s
across
my
body
a promise ~
that every word
of yours
is absorbed
Drink up slowly feel it in your throat,
there is such texture with every note.
Bright bubbles of joy provide a lift
dancing on the air they slowly drift.
Much like a party-ready half smile,
it flushes cheeks so you stay a while.
At least until the end of the night,
when busted favors are out of sight.
Glitter and candy-light on the floor,
a little bit less makes you want more.
Grande alibi that’s always air tight,
cemented by a trick you’ll handwrite.
Luxe celebration clamors meanwhile
remnants remain that will land on trial.
Aboard the ocean it’s toss is swift,
this ensorcelled evening’s such a gift.
Walking to the check to grab your coat,
a scrap of your heart spilt on the boat.
I want to say something about cursive writing (this might seem random).
I’ve seen articles saying that cursive writing is a “dead art,” that computers have destined it for oblivion and questioning whether cursive writing should be taught in schools now-a-days.
But if you plan to go to college - relearn it and practice it, because you’ll need it.
Random hot fact. The first time you have to handwrite a multiple-question essay test - where each answer requires five hundred to a thousand words (a written page) - handwriting, in block letters, is unsustainable.
Your hand will literally cramp up - dog, you’ll suffer, your essays will suffer and so will your grade.
Writing in cursive is faster than block lettering and with a little practice, it’s effortless.
My sister told me this once, and this morning, as I watched other students, one third of the way into our essay test, grimacing and flexing their aching hands - I just smiled to myself.
Yeah, you can thank me later.
Handwrite me a letter.
All the pages fill
With your elegant script
By ink and quill.
Take pleasure in the quiet.
Loosen your tie, but do not forget
Cross every tittle
Dot every "i".
Relax by the fire,
And take your time.
Tickle my ear
With your sweet rhyme.
Let the words flow
From a deeper place.
All that's hidden there,
Leave not a trace.
Mind not the cold
Nor the frosted window rime,
But write to me of flowers,
And the warmth of summertime.
Indulge me a little longer.
I've awaited your reply
With bated breath,
And a greatly heaved sigh.
Your letter's here at last.
All the pages are filled
With your love handwritten,
And with wax sealed.
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