To receive a love letter was a dream
not the kind that was carelessly tossed
for this letter has depth of passion
and its nature so charismatically sensual
it would reach into my heart.
My soul had dreamed this ghost
within the depths of untamed rest
pursuing its nature where desire craves
the intimate and private personal needs
liberating ambition seduced in splendor.
Would your headless man so escort
the ethereal license herewith schemed
and touch upon the Rosetta stone
romantically slated and succulently scribed
as overlord to write a dream?