Dear Mrs Flint
You and I, did'nt finish talking. Have you room for the sequel, in your Vase?
All the letters I could write,
Were not fair as this -
Syllables of Velvet -
Sentences of Plush -
Depths of Ruby, undrained -
Hid, Lip, for Thee,
Play it were a Humming Bird
And sipped just Me -
Emily.