She says she wants to hear me
do it over the phone
some beastly
sounds even I
don't hear when I
do it in the room I'm in.
A late night request I'm scared to comply,
and don't know
why, me in a dark room,
she in one of her own, miles apart with only
the grunt of it to
connect this with that,
her with me and no
cigarette afterwards
to claim anything
happened at all.
Why?
What does she get out of it except the echo of it,
amid the static,
not even able to know if it is real,
if any of this is
real, we spirits in the night,
connected by this thin threads
she needs her imagination to see me at all.
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