You spell 'sadness' starting with the letter 's'
Pushed hard against the period of your bedside wall.

I spell 'comfort' with the 'o' of my hands and the 'm' of my *******.
My starting script on your paper back.

We speak and spell 'love'.
We laugh and we hug.
Our bodies 'l' and our arms 'v'.

You roughly rub out our careful pencil spellings,
Our sonnet frayed by a silent caesura.