Write me letters.
I want to see your love.
Write them in your own hand.
I want to see the subtle tremor in your fingers as you form the letters of each word.
Write them whenever you think of me.
I want to smell the sweetness in the nervous sweat on your palms smudging the ink.
I do not care for poetic language any more than you care to write it.
I care only for you and the letters you will write me.