When we

last spoke

on the

telephone

I could tell

by the tone

of thy voice

I would not

be thy choice.

 

I prefer

thy honesty

Though it

saddens me.

 

I wish

to thank ye

for the

memory

my fantasy

and thy

scent

as it

lingers,

 

as does

the firm

capable

hands

that

touched

me with

hot

feathery

fingers.

 

Merry meet,

merry part

my friend,

Until we

merry meet

again.

 

Fair thee well,

blessed be,

I’ll see ye

in thy dreams.

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© Oct 2008, Maylynn Hughes