Musings by The Poet Loriet

Hooked On Phonics

There are people all around,
listening in on our
phone conversation,
so we adopt
lover's codes.

I explain in great detail
how I eat raw oysters,
sliding them down my throat,
slippery and wet
as you moan on the other end.

I whisper, "Guess what I'm wearing?"
"A smile," is your quick answer.
"Yes," I say breathlessly,
and our silence is heavy
with sexual tension.

I switch easily from seduction
to mundane details of the day
as people walk in and out,
eyeing my blushed cheeks
and hushed whispers
with suspicion.

It's all in our voices,
and we can read each other
like a favorite novel,
memorizing every line
and making a discussion
about our kids favorite brand
of macaroni and cheese mean...

"I love you. I miss you.
I long to be in your arms."

We've gotten really adept
at reading between the lines,
and one heartfelt
baby
take care
sweet dreams
thinking about you
or
I just wanted
to hear your voice~
carries us through
solitary sunsets and
starry nights spent alone.

You had me
(mesmerized)
at "hello!"



Lori Beal


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