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Phone Call

You woke me in the thin dawn.
Like a riot of rain in the bleached dry summer.

At once small green shreds of shrub sprang from my heart
as tumbling birdsong might litter the long pale sky.

I drift on your voice through the shallow line
And let these traces seep into my flesh
like a soft assault on my senses.

I hear the words and picture your lips
Folding around consonants like a dance.

I hear the breath that carries the sound.
I taste the phrases lingering on your tongue
And I hunger for your kiss

We thread these words to spin this cloth of gold
to carry the sense of it in whispered utterings

This silken tease with a sprinkle of cool excitement
Fluttering in our ears as we talk of kisses and anatomy.

Would I soften your eyelids
entice your body into fevered adventures
like echoes in the rush of nerves
seeking to be sated with a touch?

Would I taste each longing
with the erupting blessings of my tongue?
Would I ache inside you
as deep as words
and far beneath the longings of the flesh?

It seems sometimes that every cell is sighing
with a simpering listless want to be included
in the haunting breath of a lover’s call.

Phone Call

Chris1249

Joined May 2010

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Its about a phone call from a lover and the excitement it brings. It was inspired by the phone call in Get Carter (the original)

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