carmen dell orifice photographed by cecil beaton
I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read. I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand and comprehend. I know you have hidden thoughts and different life. I wanted to tell you. I need your silken skin against me and to hear your gentle voice in the midnight hours of living. I know you walk on delicate places and are afraid of self-made prisons. Sweet lady, love should not be a prison. Should be a place where people adrift in each other kiss and embrace. Not hiding the imperfections and allowing tears and sorrow to be free and safe. Just an letter my darling. Just words to tell you. I love who you are and what you are becoming.