Did I ever end up sharing that I wrote a love song?
Love Letter Day 18.
Plosive: denoting a consonant that is produced by stopping the airflow using the lips, teeth, or palate, followed by a sudden release of air.
Admission of heat. High minded on a weak hand, a sweet tooth, a taste bud, a dull nerve.
Decisions on the sun. A focus group of tubas, a bottle, a fortune in symbols.
Permission from you. Chest covered in science. We share one. You eat it.
A chorus of gloves. All filled up with chlorine. You hate it. I like you.
Permission to eat at a table of nonsense, the answer’s in plywood.
Foreclosures on the moon. An orgy of vowels, a hard word, a long tone.
Admission to you. Art filling with numbers, I show you the answers.
A chorus of love all filled up with models of people that aren’t you.
Post-Script: Just a reminder that I’m asking folks to send love songs and lucre to some of the organizations I serve for the remainder of National Love Letter Writing Month.