Love letters

She writes a love note
every morning.

Starts with the warm embrace
of fresh-cut bread,
all smeared with butter kisses,

adds shreds and shards
of green reflection,

then the main event – firm flesh,
or the salt mystery of cheese,
or once a week, a more exotic whisper,

tops it with red hot passion,
neatly sliced, and the sweet
memories of summer, spooned
from a glass jar.

She writes a love note
every morning,
seals it inside
a plastic envelope

she sets it by his place,
so that, at lunchtime,
when he opens it –

he’ll know she loves him.

This is for Bjorn at dVerse. It’s an idea I’ve played with before, and I’m not sure it entirely meets the brief. He wants us to develop metaphors. I guess this is an extended metaphor with little metaphors inside it…

15 thoughts on “Love letters

  1. I remember when David and I used to prepare lunch for each other – we used to leave little notes tucked in among the sandwiches. Brilliant extended metaphor, Sarah! I love the lines:
    ‘Starts with the warm embrace
    of fresh-cut bread,
    all smeared with butter kisses’
    and
    ‘tops it with red hot passion,
    neatly sliced, and the sweet
    memories of summer, spooned
    from a glass jar’.

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  2. This, in a word, is delicious! What a great great metaphor! 🙂 Do you suppose he smiles at the first bite of that lovingly packed lunch? 🙂 I think so, and rolls that first taste slowly in his mouth. LOVE it!

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