Tagged: telephone
when you call, it’s hard
we dial into old
we dial into old
memories, expecting
the reception to be
clear, if not
flawless.
and the heart
has a way of
parceling the lag
into milliseconds,
a near imperceptible
thievery. who knows
what the other is
really hearing
at this point
in the intrigue
.
20130508:0850
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and all of a
and all of a
sudden, we are
traveling the wires
together, our voices
tangled with joy
and longing,
syllables bumping
in the night
.
20121224:1545
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the calendar marks
the calendar marks
the days i do not
phone, each
blank page a soft
pearl to be
polished for a
longing that can
dissolve with
the right amount
of time
and vinegar
.
20121211:1640
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traversing across
traversing across
the same cloudy
sky, an
electric touch –
a voice, a message,
bidding you
to dip a finger
into the discourse
.
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in the melodic equivalent of
in the melodic equivalent of
the mind’s eye, the inner
ear holds patterns of
vibrations that only the
heart understands –
the sound of stalks
brushing against the mid-
morning sky, the soft
padding of bare feet
across cold tiles,
your deep resounding
voice across the
telephone wires
.
20120128:1108
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there are some
there are some
meditations that
work, strictly
by the phone,
where on the
inhale, you are
the epitome
of patience,
while every
exhale re-
calculates relief
.
20111010:0733
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there is a hesitation
there is a hesitation
before picking up
to dial the number –
a hesitation that
wavers so softly
between
steeling oneself
and bracing oneself
to fall apart
.
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