Performing the Play “Love
Letters”
On a stage reading some imaginary Love
Letters
with each other, to
and for those paying guests,
entertaining
ghostly times when our own breasts
shuttered with
passion escaping reason's fetters.
Pat and I
remembered the times when we hurt
each other when our
egos got in our love's way,
pouting so that
mere kindness won't hold sway,
selfishly digging
our feet still deeper in the dirt.
She and I learned
how life was much too short
for us holding on
to agendas, postures and lies,
finding we needed
to nourish hope before it dies
from prideful
neglect, to answer in some court.
As we read the
letters, we took the time to listen
to silence, as eyes
of audience, and ours, glisten.
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