Love Letter to Ramona

Being as small as a tenpin struck,
yet emphatic in the healthy pressure,
her wobbly blessing upon me,
my luck to trod to godly lie,
impenetrable, inexorable
shoddy body to body, stuck
within the envy of the text;
a rapture between the margins,
her passionals overflowing
the cup-to-saucer simplicity of her words,
the plain-faced metaphors meant for only me;
wouldn't my real life sweetie
write me something...
even if as sinfully unobscure,
write me a silly something
I've already heard,
a critic's this,
a critic's that,
most of all- he must be:
'unmanly', 'unartistic', 'insecure'...