Kenneth Fox · Sep 11, 2011
Chicago Blues

I could make out the sounds as you're sound asleep
Through the phone, through the wire,
Through the distances that keep us where we sleep.
How I waited for that message, or the vibrate,
Or the missing of your physical body next to me while we speak.
I listened to your inhales and exhales
Until my arm became my resting pillow
And the dawn came and the dial tone still ringing in my ear.
Through many of school bells and one winter break,
We spoke until we had nothing to say.
Until a morning in Chicago summer day,
When I finally held your lips against mine
and felt you whole and not through distances
of spiral towers and copper wire.
I didn't need poetry to run through my head now.
Your embrace was all I could stomach.
I thought I was ready but my silence made you weary.
So you drove away back to where you came from.
In your blue sedan, you drugged my heart away.

 
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