Loving you
Through copper wires
Has taught me
The pain of patience
Caressing your voice
With the touch of my ear
Pressing tightly
Against the plastic
That connects us
Wanting your words
To fill me, over
Fill me….to the brim
Of exhaustion
Like a night of sleepless passion
I ration the pleasure
A miser…savoring and conserving
For the famine
That lies after the tone
I ration the pleasure A miser…savoring and conserving For the famine That lies after the tone
Thank you Anna. The last stanza brings the poem together nicely. Excellent.
Loved this poem, again your poetry strikes a personal note, you articulate my experience, thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, the images of longing and need is so strong, great work again!