Thursday Morning
Thursday morning
Warm and burrowed
snug in my bed
In the cloudy dawn
the phone rang... rang...
Foggy from a dream
reflexively fumbling
fantasy fading
Sleep soaked I croaked, "hello?"
The blue dawn brightened
as my lover's brilliant voice
flooded over me
A warm rain
kissing my parched face
after a two week drought
His words were
hurried...
He was calling from Germany
Evening there, layover
tomorrow
Nine o'clock to New York
The words were-
-just Words
I listened
breathless as a maiden drowning
with delirious rubescent
love for him
He gloried of
verdant wanderings
by the shimmering Black Sea
Singing a cradle song
in curious footfalls
Passionately
honoring the spiritual legacy
of an elusive Grandfather
His real-life realities
ravishing his ramblings
Seeking news-
Bothered about bills
wondering about worries
a world away
My sleepy whispered words
interrupting his ruminations
"...I've missed you..."
"I'll be home Monday"
"I know"
"I love you Chelse"
"I love you..."
CLICK
I closed my eyes
to the suddenly silent stillness
and stuffed my
aloneness back into my mouth...
