Letter 3
b'I woke up with you on my lips. So I spoke you. \\nYou were on fire when I saw you. So I ran after you so I \\ncould join you in flames and place a ring on your finger so \\nwe could finally dematerialize in love. Yes, no, truly. Hello,\\n I\\u2019m here. Hello I love you. You told me a few promises I must \\nprovide, right before we left you said: \\u201c Speak to me clearly. \\nYou must kiss me solid \\u2013 and pull the wind right out of me. One\\n picture must be taken each year. It will be on Christmas. Not because\\n of anybody\\u2019s birth but because you look best on Christmas morning.\\n You look better every day. You must promise to follow me even if we\\n become unconscious, I will promise you we will be right back. \\nYou must read me to sleep each night, the beautiful things, even if \\nyou only thought them once. \\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0If you and I could have kids together we\\u2019d be in charge of Angels; \\nwhich would make us archangels, which would make you mine.\\n \\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\\\2\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'