Send me a letter with a tramp stamp.
Unzip coded and still damp
from the wicked wet of your ca-lick-graphy.
Address it to your favorite part of me.
Scratch me a salutation.
Put your nails in my coffin of temptation.
Shroud me in stationery sheets.
Bury me beneath your scarlet ink.
Then, sign it with the shape of your lips
and seal it with a candle wax kiss.
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail,
I'll be checking twice a day for the mail.
Some Postmark Poetry for Fireblossom's prompt at Real Toads