Telephones;
to tell a friend you're home alone
with hopes she comes,
bringing soft words
ringing from her soft lips,
to collect you up like a coin
where she can place you in her pocket
just to keep you there
and caress you with
an operators fingertips.
Well now this pence is pocket worn.
Author notes
I wrote this years ago. I still like it but please forgive it's brevity. I could add more to the ending, give it some direction and focus but it'll do.
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