The Letter
The yellowed envelope
found under loose attic floorboards
beckoned me.
I picked it up,
blew away the dust,
read the name,
Harry McMasters,
first owner of this house,
now over one hundred years old.
My hands shook as I drew out the folded letter,
as I slowly opened it,
a lock of hair fell to the floor.
I piece of history about to be revealed,
typed on a single sheet, dated June 20, 1910.
"My Dearest Harry," it began.
"I sit naked before my typewriter,
searching for words
and the keys to put them on paper."
I felt I had invaded this couple's privacy,
a voyeur of an event that had happend
almost a century ago.
My curiousity was aroused, I continued to read.
"I have missed you so
after our last meeting -- it was too brief.
You have taught me about my body,
allowed me to unleash my passion,
excited me beyond my wildest imagination."
"Now we are apart --
I sit here naked, no longer a virgin,
longing for your kiss.
My body cries out for your tender touch.
I would give myself to you freely,
opening myself to you once more,
if but for one night."
There was no signature,
only the words, "Sealed with a kiss,"
and the impression of the writer's lips.
I carefully refolded the paper around the lock of hair,
slid it back into the envelope,
and returned it to its dusty resting place under the floorboards.
I have often wondered if they ever met again.
I only hope that they had.
© 2004 Robert W. Birch

This poem appears in the 62-page book, Sweet Sorrow & Bitter Apple: Tastes of Love and
Lust.
Buy this book and get a free 5' X 7" glossy print of the above 1910 black and white photograph. In addition, you
will receive a glossy 5'X 7" full color print of the photo that inspired the writing of the poem titled
A Reflection of Beauty. You will also received a black and white erotic photo with an
unpublished poem.
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