A phone call to
The other end of an ocean,
Has made you transpire, with the wind,
And change for me,
Upon when I told you,
I loved you.
Love cost a token,
For a payphone.
Love was a quarter apart
From a kiss, in solitude
Upon your frozen mouth.
Love slants
Like the end of an adverb,
Subtle descriptions of your scene
Across I place I cannot cross,
An ocean, where the wind’s erosion
Has smoothed your face, alike the moon.
