not a word
as rain's film announces cars with bold splashes
the mere hint of you swarming my dendrites
with only my thought's ping pong
heart calling for the possibility
that fingers caress a cingular's node
just shy of the last number
that it might push ok
the clock passes away its smile
and i coddle the rejection
warming the distant place
where i am held
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