From The Telephone Poem by Florence Ripley Mastin

From The Telephone



Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.

Thursday, November 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Florence Ripley Mastin

Florence Ripley Mastin

Pennsylvania / United States
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