then you’ll send me your insecurities
wrapped into your recent misunderstandings.
(haven’t seen you for a while, yet didn’t miss you)
the envelope will be tied
with the elegant lace from your shoe.
(a fetish, to tickle my libido)
and it will be delivered
by a guy that looks a like a bouquet of
the masculine stereotypes.
I’ll open the envelope and read’em,
probably a few times;
then I will have a drink.
(a few drinks)
I’ll put the bottle on your letter,
because “Paper has no soul – you can put anything on it”,
even the cliches.
then I’ll forget about this.