. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Voicemail left for Monica

Sunday, November 6, 2022

The Voicemail left for Monica

(A lone voice whispers)  



Don't disguise your profound love for me


With such acts of disdain


But later tonight  

When it gets late


Let my mind


Reach out as I send it  

And touch you


Through my supernatural senses


To soothe any pain  

That may remain


To reach out


To gently touch  

And caress


Your inner core and silhouette


To unlock  

That secret lock


To the very doorway  

To your soul


So I can walk past all the strutting catwalks


Filled with figures


From years and years  

Of so many well-built defences


Until I see the real you


And you give me  

That look


That feverish look that whispers


In an unspoken language


Of a sensuous love


That will come  

Calling


One that can pull you up  

By your coattails


If you're falling


One look that  

No one


Who sees it


Could ever  

Forget


One that paints a fascinating tapestry



Of contrasting images and whispering emotions


Painted with such striking brush strokes


Capturing incredible longing and intensity


Pierre-Auguste Renoir  

Would surly


Dance in the Country


A tapestry vibrating with a symphony of well-orchestrated bodies


Two  

In slow motion


In late-night acts of fingertips and devotion


For true love only comes around


Once in your lifetime


Like when Adam first found Eve


At the Dawn of Time  

In The Garden of Eden


In Zero BC


So Monica  

Here's my number


077532103


Call me


(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


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