A hum, a moan, a sigh is all that was said; the sounds of the letters beside my bed.
A thousand letters pressed together in my head. Yearning the passion felt instead.
The passion drives love deep, to a place where words need not speak. Consuming the soul where the body is weak.
A dream revealed washes the words away; breaking the letters down to a sound a day.
Best memories seeded as a painting in the mind, where a million letters all have combined.
Letters giving birth to a flame within, flowing from our lips like sounds of sin.
Truth be told in the whispering waves of letters, divine; they beg to be explored as a sign.
I keep them with me—the letters beside my bed.
In my dreams; a hum, a moan, a sigh still plays in my head.
These are the sounds of the letters beside my bed.