adjacent to
slumber,
two candles flicker
across ceramic tile.
on the bathroom floor
my after hours studio -
crafting valentines and
pouring ruby slippers
into glass.
door slightly ajar with
ears astute for tiny dancers,
i write love letters
to you, auntie, and
grandma.
a dimpled hand shuffles
in the bedroom.
i rise to sail the sea
of darkness to you,
my lips like magnets
find your forehead.
silence. i return to port
to set my pen's anchor.
cupid's quill drenched in
your reservoir of knowledge
and beauty.
because of you
i have something
to say.
love is freedom,
my darling.
tell me more...
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