(for Dónall) Telephone Cuddling - Poem by Janice Windle
Alone in the dark,
I cuddle the cold receiver
in the embrace of
your gentle voice...
my cheek resting on
of your warm chest.
Your steady heartbeat
pulsing in memory,
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