When I Call

Your reach was telescopic that day, no matter how much I retreated, you saw me
Its like when you meet someone for the first time and your judgment is dead wrong
Thank the Gods that you had better sense than I did, that isn’t hard really
I have never been know for my practicality, only for chasing my summer dreams, silly

I relished those days on the couch where we watched funny shows and touched only our feet
Life has a way of magnifying those delicacies, only after they are gone, sepia, worn
I would give every roller coaster ride for those moments, the ones where we flew
Heavens how your hair looked and smelled after a shower,  my libido etched forever in strawberry

There is a telephone somewhere, the old rotary kind, it is black with too big numbers
To this day I search for it , knowing that it is surely around the next corner and then the next
When I find it, it will be a direct line to you and the days of mix tapes and red wine
And I will invite you to patio dance once more, your naked hips a forever prize, eternity

Author's Note

Feeling wispy....

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

The seductive summer breezes are going to be amorous this year Cee! Your already on fire :)

[kentuck14]

Big C,
Another wonderful meditative piece. Again, you do wonders with long lines. Yeah . . . it's wispy! feels good to me . . . I'm caught up in the speakers memories (you do know don't you that a memory is a memory of a memory is a memory of . . . ) I like the conversational style of this piece. You do this well . . . not try to be cute . . . just laying it out in a long breaths length. Congratulations C.
Tom

[barleygirl]

This is truly magical. I can't remember reading anything like this from you before & it feels like you've taken a big leap into wispy-ville! *wink! wink!* I'm writing a longer piece about a past passion from long ago & reading your whimsical imagery jogs my memory as to how these things looked & felt before life got too demanding & serious & taking over the forefront of our minds. Your details are delightful! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

Thanks love!!!! I appreciate it! No off to see if you have posted your passion! Thank you!

[barleygirl]

I just posted my first book on Amazon.com/Kindle: I'm No Angel . . . writing this has been transforming for me! Thanks for tickling my whimsical so I could add some of that magic into my book, which is kinda serious in spots *wink! wink!*

[Crowley]

Woohooo, I will definitely look it up and buy!!!

[Neville]

Hey brother, if you ever find your way back there, would you send us the zip code so we can all make our way... You just wrote a little bit of heaven, so ya did... Neville with a big smile on his fizog :)

[Crowley]

Yours will by second call...just sayin'... Thanks Neville!

[Neville]

that'll do nicely.. very nicely.. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really was taken back by this...old girlfriends...rotary phones...
the sound of dialing...and those dances where we just swayed a bit and kissed a lot.
j.

[Crowley]

mmmmm...yeah, these are few of my favorite things!!! Lol...thanks Jacob!

[Chris Shaw]

This little write made me glow inside. Such endearing thoughts. Reminiscing on those little things that can make a huge difference. I like sappy too.

Chris

[Crowley]

We should get together and have a sap fest. I will buy the first round! Thanks Christine!!

[Chris Shaw]

Have a sappy evening Crowley :))

[Cherrie Palmer]

You have been watching the hallmark channel again. Personally Im band from watching hallmark.
this poem reminiscing bless

[Crowley]

Lol....yeah a little sappy. But, I like sappy. My wife tells me I am an emotional little b***h. I guess I would have to concur. Thanks girl!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your wife has to love it. Most men sneak up on romance with cliffsnotes in their pocket. But you my dear friend clinch a rose between your teeth and key up the Spanish guitar.