I want your arms locked around me like the flap of an envelope.
I want my name scrawled across your torso
with no return address present.
You are the envelope and I am the love letter within.
I want to be the stamp with an american flag
painted across my body standing against the breeze-
blue skies and transparent rain,
waiting for the mailman
to bring me to you.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
I want your arms locked around me like the flap of an envelope.
I want my name scrawled across your torso
with no return address present.
You are the envelope and I am the love letter within.
I want to be the stamp with an american flag
painted across my body standing against the breeze-
blue skies and transparent rain,
waiting for the mailman
to bring me to you.
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