We’ve used so many words and I still have a million more.
I’ve wrapped each of them
in rollercoaster red and that iridescent color I feel every time you smile.
With bows,
so you can see exactly how they felt to me
I see you’ve sent a precious collection too.
In white little envelopes
Crisp and cleaner than a Swedish bed set except for tiny coffee stains.
That’s okay,
I know you could drink Carménère right from my letters