May I sit beside you, from across the seas?
It’s such a nice evening, painted the way it is.
The sunset says nothing, yet breathes,
capturing my heart, just as you said it would,
and from what I read of this letter of yours
we both know it’s love understood… Love James
In reeds among trees a hammock did swing
we blended bending to a breeze
and as my red locks peppered your thoughts,
I too was not without hunger
awaiting blues and greens, of eyes and grasses,
reversed, upside down for the count,
captured, pinned, embraced was I
within the delicacy of your arms and kiss,
which I do so truly, truly miss… Love Rita
