With each word they tighten their fetters letters
and lengthen their chains. She swipes the notes he sends her, torment
locked in shining sheets, somehow there then
yet always beyond reach. Still she waits titillate,
with open hands, catching coin, never knowing blowing
the lips from which each leaf is torn – horns,
still, she prays, where spaces stood, his letters stand – fanning
still, where once he stood, she withstands grief leaves,