Saturday, December 12, 2009

phone sex

.
We consummated
with language
last night's
Harlequin details,
(our listening
the risk
of real bodies
meeting
resisted)
shortly after 9
with the lights on.
.

6 comments:

Marvin K. Mooney said...

This sounds very real and we need to find a virtual way to ask you to join us, Sabra...will you join us?

Anonymous said...

BTW, use Bluetooth blocker to jam all secret devices in your room or office.

Anonymous said...

I dreamed about you. It was a very modern cafe, tall ceilings, cast-iron building, downtown NYC, somewhere. We flirted at first when you arrived, peeking over a table edge. There was a lightshow, a fog machine, synchronized dance. It wasn't a karaoke bar. I forget your song now, but it was a serious performance. I chose Thriller. I slipped along the tiles in socks. Did my best MJ moves. We didn't know each other but we hugged and kissed cheeks. Others surrounded us - friends. You wore a Polish soccer shirt, white with red shoulder stripes. You stood on your toes at first. I was much taller. It was ok. You were off to Ghana soon. Traditional African warriors exchanged slips of traveler's Swahili for change. I woke up refreshed, glad to have met you. Thanks.

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ryan manning said...

don't click that

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