This morning when the phone

rang very early, your voice seeped

into me faster than I think I wanted to

admit,and I cried a bit in recognition.

Its deep chocolate steel caressed me

right down to those half lost, half dead

places, so far down, half  buried, that I

thought were gone.If I were a whale I

would stop and hang in the cerulean,

waiting to hear your voice again, 

wanting to let the velvet bring you 

back to me again.