Did You Kiss the Envelope?

My beautiful secret almost lover. How you've surprised me. Handwritten letters mailed to my door, songs written and sent over these electronic conductors, causing endless whorls of thought.

We want nothing from each other, but I am so soothed and this is burning so hot and so fast I know we'll burn out.

I am struck with discomposure, but I like being off balance. Swaying with the clandestine crescendo, I know it will never be consummated.

Which, to my dismay makes this even more tender than I could have ever conjured.