Evening Calls

Last phone call at night.
Everyone else, the whole world - finally sleeps.
A time to talk with you while no others listen,
just two voices dancing quietly in the dark.

A chance to speak in the absence of light.
Nothing to see, except the smile in your voice.
Caressed by your loving words - your kisses I imagine.
Apart, yet together - our passion tethered.

At night, we do not dream
of what we have - but of what we've not.
And this alone, brings you closer to my heart.

Rick Dixon signature 1996

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