“We Created Love with Wires” – Poem

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.

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