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A Telephone Call
by Anne EngelenHeavenly sedated
Curled up on the floor
Freshly generated peacefulness
Fulfillment to the core
Listening...barely hearing
Your sighingly breathing
Contradicting the pace
At which my hearts beating
All my sensesintensities
Tremendously got multiplied
As I lay totally satisfied
Enjoying
The most incredible feeling of all
Inspired and nurtured
By your telephone call 10/29/2002 Posted on 10/29/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 10/29/02 at 08:46 PM Anne, I know this feeling...It's so beautiful!....MUAHS |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/30/02 at 07:20 PM *smiling*.... oh... yeah Beautifuly written, wonderfuly real. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/02 at 11:17 PM Ah, sweet mystery of love! Your satisfaction flows out so strongly, I MYSELF felt good too. I like the rhymes. They are fun and unexpected. These experiences are, indeed sweet. Intimacy can be a healing thing can't it? |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/02 at 07:50 PM Yes ideed, some telephone calls are like a hot bath, reassuring our weaker traits and reconfirming our existance. Good one Annie! |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/13/03 at 05:21 PM Ahhhhhhh........those phone calls. Thanks for bringing back those memories...lol You really captured that feeling. |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 03/14/03 at 12:12 PM I really like this one Anne, you've captured the emotion in images and conveyed it with an economy of words - a stand out! - RCat |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/10/03 at 03:26 AM I gotta talk to my phone company... my calls also seem so bland and business like! Great read. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/08/06 at 05:13 PM That must've been some phone call, m'dear |
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