The Thing About Poets

Hotline Bling

You only call me on my cellphone

Late night when you need my love,

in the afternoon, when you need to hear my voice

in the morning, where we meet in blissful prayer.

Asking the good Lord to give you a kiss for me because I cannot.

You only call me on my cellphone

At midnight

when the roar of our cities have fallen into a gentle whisper,

when the moon lingers in front of both our eyes,

and we tell ourselves the moon is smiling at both of us.

At the sight of us,

even if we can't see it.

When our hearts, beat in harmony,

sending the kind of electric touches

that could change the very flow of electricity

Something we've learnt to do

because our bodies cannot.

So baby kiss me through the phone

wait, shit wrong song.

The lyrics are right though

Everything about us is right.

Even the fact you take away any bit of sanity I have left.

You only call me on my cellphone.

Late night when the anger leaves you empty,

and only I can cure your burning hunger for me.

But baby we can't.

There's too much distance between our bodies

And on some nights,

I think about how you like your women,

But maybe you're just too chicken

to call it quits.

So on those nights,

I know when that hotline bling,

you're going to tell me just how much my lack of trust stings.

And at that point I really won't care how many times that phone rings.

You see there is something

no one can write down.

Nor describe on paper,

or in a poem,

let alone a song.

And that is the kind of distance that can exist between two lovers,

who are supposed to be one.

It has nothing to do with the physical distance

I'm talking about the kind of distance only lovers can create.

The distance you built between us...

but I guess I'll let you know later

Later when you call me on my cellphone

Late night,

when you need my love...