Paper hearts


Is there someone still
out there
writing words on paper
cutting them out
in the shape of a heart
or folding it
into an airplane
to fly to their love

I can’t make love
to a hunk of metal
cold and unyielding
can you feel
my hand in your pocket?
looking for your pen

I put
your phone away
close it up
lock and key
stuffing a notebook into your hand
turn me on

you look lost
so I take your pen
and I write
my manifesto
across your body
a declaration
of each and every promise
we uttered in a weak moment

stand still
this won’t hurt at all
putting before you
a mirror
now read me


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