Over the phone line during a frantic time
Desperate Times called Desperate Measures.
She meditated on the floor of her room, eyes closed
As his whispers described lazy locations
And quickly melting dreams.
She felt connected to him.
The weight of her soft blue words
Causing his heavy head to meet the soft pillow
A lump formed in his throat from
Empty promises and per diem dinners.
Thanks
for calling out of the blue, he says,
Next
time I will be sure to call you.
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