Love Letter to a Stranger Part II

Written by Arlee Frances

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Dear Stranger,

You have been sitting longer than I, here in this garden shrouded in Sunday afternoon rain.

I fell in love with the way French rolled from your tongue, dripping like honey between your lips, falling onto the counter.

Your hair falls like a curtain between you and the garden, hiding miles of creamy skin as I tried to see you from behind the pages of my book.

     You smile.

I watch as you use your limbs to create a world of your own. Body folding into one seamless line around yourself, ankles stretched out and crossed.

      X marks the spot.

- Love,

    A

(you are the treasure i have come to find)