Love Letter
Fingers graze over the envelope,
Pressing the paper against my nose
Inhaling the scent of the message
Holding it ever so close.
Eyes dancing over the pages,
The script remarkably elegant.
Haven’t received one for ages
Words expressing sweet sentiment.
How I long to touch my beloved,
For his lips to brush against mine.
For now, this will be enough
Drinking his words like wine.
© S. Reed
In response to “A Lost Art“.
This week, tell us about a lost art: one that you know, one that you miss, or one that should be lost for good.
Focal Breeze 
Beautiful poetry. Letter writing has certainly become a “lost art”
Thank you so much 🙂 And it truly has – I wonder if anyone even writes a letter anymore the old fashioned way.
So true! Love texts or emails just do not compare to a hand written love note!!
Thank you so much for your comment and stopping by 🙂 I love to look at the different manuscripts. There’s something gorgeous about the penmanship.
I love the small telling details, ‘Drinking his words like wine.’ Looking forward to reading more of your work!
Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. I hope that you enjoy my other pieces. 🙂 Hope you’re having a great week!