Letters to Isabel
My dear Isabel,
The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy.
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Dearest Isabel,
In a few days I leave Bermuda
and meet you in the heart of
the garden, where I am happiest
loving you among the daisies
and the roses in your hair
The air is dull until I kiss those
sweet lips beneath star by star
in the sapphire sky
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Dearest Isabel,
I'm sitting between tables,
staring at the hours split apart
the shadow-wrinkled light,
I don't care for the mysteries
on these walls, or the cold
meal on my plate, or the visitors
that have come and gone
I miss you beyond anything
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Dear Isabel,
This warm orange breeze caught my attention and changed my thought, to remember the most wonderful day where I was sitting in the shade of the creek tree and your heart trailed along on water, sparkled like a star had fallen—I was in love
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Dearest Isabel,
Everything pulsing outside this window reminds me of you. When I hear the wind whispering along shutters and verandas, the cloths on cafe tables, I think of autumn through your hair, envision your glistening pearl skin below the moon.
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My dear Isabel,
I find your shadow along
the mist and dust,
anywhere I pause
I think of you between doorways,
windows, damp with rain
and when I lean beside this bridge,
I feel my heart plunging,
my soul is a wave
you catch with your arms
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I am mad with love
for a girl named Isabel...
my first, my last... breath
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Flor do meu coração,
I will leave nothing unsaid,
for even half a portion of your love,
I will do battle—
I will be triumphant
as long as I feel you in my veins
and know that the glory of your
heartbeat will lead me home to you
Yours, always
Jose
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