My phone vibrates
Under my pillow
Like a sex toy,
Making me react
The same way
I know who is
On the other end
Of thee line,
A spirt that
Haunts me
Every night,
Like a wet dream
Seducing me
Even when it’s
Only text,
I see her lips move
In each pic she posts,
Or recall her
From across the table
At the office,
Her deep eyes
Looking at me,
Then away,
Teasing,
While we both pretend
We’re not even there,
The vibration
Of my vibrating phone
Stirring me down
to the bones,
Though worse
Is when the phone
Doesn’t,
And I cling to it
Breathless in
Anticipation,
Rocked awake
When it finally
Comes,
If not always
When I want it to,
Or expect it,
A ghost who when
She does,
Soothes me off to sleep
And into the deep
Dreams
Of pure delight.
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