Wind turbines
Are nothing
Compared to my
Phone line

Travelling through utility poles
Filling the hole of my lost soul

Wind to electricity
Is saddening

Phone to chemistry
Is ever so satisfying

The winds cool breeze freeze the hearts

The wires divine line admires our scorching spark

Emerging fire
Others admire
As she gently moans under my tangled wire

My electricity intensifies
Within my phone line

Oh she's so fine
So fine
And all mine

I ignite a fatal spark to those who dare wish to repair my line

Because
I'm fine
Can't you see that I am not alone
I have my phone
In hand

And yes, I understand she's long away
But whenever she dances
I sense her in my arms
She has a tender sway