You duct-taped every edge in purple
The way I read each word stroke by stroke
And held the crease between my fingers
There was duct-tape on every edge, purple
Like the color you are painted in my head
I held a crease between each finger
And read the pages two at a time
The color you painted in my head
Rust-gold, like your story about the wind
Reading pages two at a time,
I orient myself by your coffee stains
Rust and gold and your story about the wind:
Each traversed oceans to meet me here
If I orient myself by your coffee stains,
Will my world grow so far?
We traverse oceans to meet right here
Our letters are the lines through which we touch.
Will my world ever grow as far
As the way I trace maps with my fingertips?
The answer is this letter, this line that lets us touch,
With blue and silver flowers on the envelope.
It's the way I trace your map with my fingertips.
The way I read each word. Read stroke by stroke.
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