box of letters

dear You,
our skin is an explosion,
kerosene and love
and we rise like fog on wet nights
to breathe in heavy atmosphere--
i want to paint you in shades of gold
because you glow like a chemical,
hot like the sun;
and if we are alive,
we will love like Rockets.
sincerely yours,
--Me

dear You,
together we are star-stuff and
lamplight,
an unlikely pair of celestial lovers
and one bright heart between;
i want to take you someplace you haven't been
but you leave little else in your wake,
velvet storm as you are,
and i know that if we die,
we will implode
together.
sincerely yours,
--Me

dear You,
i associate you with yellow paper
and soft pine,
and you are such an artist, glowing--
i want nothing more than to breathe you in
like a warm night,
soothing and all-encompassing
because i always want to be closer to you
and my favorite part is that
we could stand apart, too
[but we choose not to]
please
letmefillyourlungs.
sincerely yours,
--Me