Letter

By Alexandra Mouratidou

 

The instinct of companionship

melted into inked insignia:

travellers resting on my doorstep.

 

The envelope’s glue

titillates my tongue.

I swallow the saliva of its arousal. 

 

The rice paper

flirts with my memory:

the smell of a nylon nightgown lost in a wooden drawer. 

 

With the paper’s scratch,

the news undresses

the estrangement.

 

The vowels spring,

rounding the corners of my solitude.

Diaphanous words

lure me into a ritual dance.

 

Sonorous now, here, I and will

finally elongate the distance.