You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink...

Our Father,
you read our hearts...

Her dream was flushed into mistletoe's grave,
boundless to stop her, yet tugged around the waist...

Dear cherished,
Forget what we have earned in golden solidity...

You wrote me an ekphrasis
reflecting upon my fingers...

My thumb bled over the envelope
as I had already ripped the seal...

The waxed, cleanly shaven sun
tied fables around the mountain dune...

I am bold and may not have the courage
to fight a war or protest with action...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

This inferior surface is how I am compared
an impeccable portrait on display...

You loom in the avenues of a dream where I...
somnolent under reputable bells, waiting for light...

I needed a smile
of confidence...