The Letter – November 2011 Issue of Moonshine Ink

 

The letter arrives

sunburned and stained

with chickpeas and oil.

Late fingerprints caught

a topographic map of the Khyber Pass

now frozen in the first Sierra frost.

 

She tucks the letter

underneath her worn scarf

against the oils of her own skin

letting the ridge lines,

the contours of his thumb,

once again, run along her neck.

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