Greetings! from this sealed chamber.
I’ve made it tolerably nice in here.

You’d never guess
I spend the days wondering
how long I’ve existed
without you.

It’s decent of you
to finally decide to open the latch.

Did you notice
I put fresh linens over here?
And this fragrance that lingers
under the oils of pulse points.

Won’t you sweep through it?
As if your legs were cutting through clouds.

I am reading a new book for, well,
would you ask me?
Perhaps the next time you open the latch?
I will have an answer from the fullest, most eager lips
and widest, most expectant eyes.

Greetings! from this sealed chamber.

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