
should i patter in endless circles,
anti-clockwise,
as dizzy as i may get,
would time revert
and the faint sound
of your breathing
reverberate
again
next to my heart?
would i feel
your warm breath's
weft
against my neck?
darling, i miss
the purl of your voice, its tenor
in my mind—
i hear it,
but it has grown distant
and faint.
although you seem out of reach
i know this is not so.
call me, my love—
tonight.

4 comments:
there's a delightful wry-ness about your style ...
this poem's kind of .. sweet ... *heh
don't know why but sonically i was looking for weft instead of waft ... ? just a thought ...
a nice suggestion!
see
what you made me do? ... ha ha
omg, you changed it .. and i like! lol
and
thank you kindly, Shell,
for the hint!
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