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I still remember writing words of love
On notes of vellum-colored paper, rich
And stiff as passion, smoother than a glove
Of silk so sleek it seemed no tidy stitch
Was needed. (What has tidiness to do
With steel desire?) I still recall the cards
Of creamy softness and the lines of blue
Professions in attempts to capture shards
Of what I felt. I have souvenirs
Set down upon rice paper from a hand
That I adored and sent from atmospheres
Of trembling thought where sentiments expand.
..But now we write each other pulsing thrusts
…. In e-mail leaps of love electrified by lusts.