writing prompt was "love letter"

as prophesized, the time has passed us by
we tried to bottle it in desperation
but, mystified by other human lifes,
all of the poetry was just quotation

so to circumvent the unrelenting frame,
try to relax the taxo-nomization
two revenental spectres without names
work on our shadow ball and levitation

your love letter was made of lovely little shapes
(none of which resembled words)
that gave me everything i needed

your love letter was a wicked curse

shadow ball

Spacious Barn