Poem

Before any words are spokenI can hear you in the dark

I can hear the snap as your tongue dislodges from the roof of your mouth

I can hear your lips as they separate

I swear I can hear your muscles moving as

you start to shape your mouth around a word

In the dark of my room miles away from the dark of yours, these sounds alone arouse me

Your voice bouncing down from hundreds of miles north, late at night when we miss each other most makes me want to weep with pleasure