Calls me up
just to curl up
in my voice
kittenish
sleepyish
cuddling into
my words
as she enters
into dreams
Alone in the dark, I cuddle the cold receiver ... receiving... ... enfolded in the embrace of your gentle voice... my cheek resting on the phantom of your warm chest. Your steady heartbeat pulsing in memory, rocking me quietly into my dreams of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully simple.....a few words say so much. I like Jan's comment, too. George