Letters To Love

To the schoolboy, secretly stealing mom's lipsticks

To the sex, college forms fail to define

To the lovers, whose stories we erase from history books

To blue torments in pink prisons

To lips drenched in rainbow dust

To spotlights of abandoned waters

To the wife, whose pleasures are pushed in paramthesis

To mute cries behind drawn curtains

To the tie which knotted the clerics tongue

To the veteran who martinently absconds his identity

To the mother of seven whose monsters climb up her bed

To masks that seep into skin

To the bubble paradise in ignonimous arms

To chambers unlocked and treasures hidden

To pronouns furtively slipped under carpets at family gatherings

To the breeze tutored for the shore but chose the city

To love inscrutable and ecstatic

To love inexorable and easy