Letterbox relationships by Spiros Doikas

I have conducted my relationships through letterboxes,
(words aspiring to eterochronous orgasms
marked by the obvious absence of both participants);
through stamps, in which the Queen
has been the sole receiver of my most passionate kisses;
through envelopes, that were my skin upon her skin
(carefully sealed and calligraphically addressed
as if a work of art: communication?)

I have conducted my relationships through letterboxes,
(always the sender but never the receiver)
Vainly trying to encode cerebralised affection
And through my diaries I have lived my life.
Have I “lived”, my “life”?