Love Letter to a Stranger - Part VII

Written by Arlee Francis

pexels-photo-413687.jpeg

Dear Stranger,

I can see the pearls of your spine,

                running like a necklace

down the plane of your back.

I wonder, as your eyes flash emeralds at me, what other gems have you buried beneath your sweater?

Let me crack open your ivory ribs, Stranger.

- Love,

    A

(let me find that diamond of a heart)