Chest-sound Fantasies

Chest-sound Fantasies

A Poem by Jazmin-Ruby

When you cannot bear to miss someone, so you obsess over his/her voice on the phone and try to convince yourself you are not at all creepy as you delight in each tonality, lisp, whisper, giggle etc.

I sleep in the high and the lows of his voice,
a soft bed for my bones 
in the silence and the storms
There's a hiding place in his tongue, 
and I never miss its taste
Like the nearness of his breath
the warmth and the scent
is a soft kiss without his presence
I would rather hold dear to a life 
with no time, with no space 
to be still in this wold with 
the sound of his monotonous message
My special obsession inspired by the days and the nights 
of his absences.

© 2013 Jazmin-Ruby

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Added on June 13, 2013
Last Updated on June 13, 2013
Tags: Phone call, Voice, Miss