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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.14.13.22.16665]] |
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Not a bedroom voice, with each letter leather clad to turn up the heat, each sentence trimmed in satin, punctuated with breathless lace--- just me on the line, t shirt, blue jeans and a pony tail showing white. But that voice meant more to you, was the kiss you didn't taste, the touch that missed you by bare inches. I know you are stronger somwhow, they caged only the falcon but his spirit walked and flew and watched me sleep when sleep was kind and did not need to take me like a man takes a lover to feel where I was when he was caught and waiting like a raptor to catch the first thermal and find the migration path that led to me. |