Postmarked in Bliss

Melanin to melanin,

the pore’s indulgence

in a sacrificial kiss.

Risking it all, refusing 

to be deprived of the pure

evidence that true love 

is bliss.

Folding into a moment

that tucks written letters 

into the envelope

of keepsakes.

Sending off sentiments

that read like openness,

an unsealed hopelessness—

romance made.

—JG  ©2026