TO NEVER CALL A LOVER BEFORE

Cigarette smoke and dust
are love;
Manifesting within the cracks of
this dial pad.
And energy flows to the faucet of
my hands,
and my eyes.

(glancing for the red light.)

Never call a lover before ten.

For the night furiously whirlwinds with
kisses;
Pacing anxiously throughout
the brain.

Await.
Spend daydreams
beneath the canvas of light.
And feather romance across the brow of dusk.

When only the roses
pretend to be sleeping...
And goosebumps have been seen by
none...

©Copyright 2004 Brittney Rand.