homeward bound

sundays // phone calls

your soft voice
        trickles over me
        like rain, like alive
        life curtsied before me
                a beauty in nude 
                soft dark skin

over the wires leaping--
dizzies me
        I long for you to come to me
        in heels, swift, as poppie
        petals in the wind--

you are my rain, impertinently covering me
        and I don't mind, chirp over vibrations
        whirl me in your soft voice

and it's late at night but I like it, you know

                how sweet,
                        your voice is