An early morning call.

An early morning call.

Her voice

At once familiar.

You knew,

Even before she spoke.

A different kind

Of connection.

You let your work

Self go.

And through the phone,

Still feel

Her hot breath,

Warming your ear.

Imagine, her face

Close to yours.

The pleasure,

You find

Just watching her lips,

When she talks.

Unconsciously gurning

Facial muscles,

When lost in thought,

Her mind,

Turning over,

Some other thing.

In every single word

You feel the love.

And the world

Is a better place.

The distance

Between you contracts.

She is right there,

In the next chair.

You can see her,

As plain as day.

And workday stress

Just slips away.

In the bubble

That contains your love,

Nothing else exists

Even if, just for

A moment.

You cannot resist

A joke,

And stifle a laugh,

Whispering

Together,

Like teenagers.

As if nothing

Else matters.

And in truth…

It really doesn’t.