'A Poem For Lethe While We Are On the Phone'
infectious laughter comfortable silences conversation between us needs none of the words that drop like pearls from our lips. we speak at the same time the same thoughts and marvel at our telepathy. We are one of one mind, one heart, two bodies (as cliche as that might sound) the sounds of our words are only stamps on the letters of their meanings. Still, I am amazed at our closeness. What would my mother say? I am amazed to hear her voice when she is so far away. But the miracle of this telephone as it brings her precious pearls to my ears is not nearly equal to the sound of her voice, low and breathy as she says once again she loves meTo Lethe... Happy Birthday! oh and I love you, kitten... Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 08:04 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"infectious laughter..."