A Letter

by Pamela

sing to
my maudlin skin
to make it shine

spill water
to smudge the outlines
of my thoughts to reach yours

shower me
in the open petals of a flower
to unclose myself to you

laugh into my
and watch me get the giggles

squeeze my hand
and wrap me inside you
when I feel scared

read a passage
to my weariness
and revive me

grace my lips
with yours
to wake me in the morning

run your logic
in and out of my fingers
to show me exactly what you know

play along with my
imagination, but on ocassion
be brutally honest

lend your calm voice
to my irrationality
and reason with it