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Telephones Terrify the Timid ( More So Than Furious Bears )

The dial-tone shrieks

panicked notes

of the pending ring

answered by the

voice I swath in

ceaseless desire-

I'm afraid 

that the words

will suddenly


in the middle

of their march,

surrendering to

an awkward defeat.

I didn't hang up-

I just couldn't speak. 

Give me a call-

Delight decomposes

every lingering fear

when I hear the

sound of you

sieved through

the receiver.


  1. Oh, I would definitely call you without a doubt.

    I even know what I'd tell you; in french.
    Well, I know what I'd say to the you you talk about in the blog.

    I'd feel fear, and adrenalin, and it would turn me on.

    Then I'd talk to the real you, not the one you talk about here, and I would feel like a kid trying to talk to someone he fantasized about.

  2. Every time I get a comment like this, I get my hopes up and every time it turns out to be some delusional man I haven't met.

    But you had the courtesy of giving me a letter, a letter I am very partial to, so let me be brief and confess that I adore you.

    You know I can't say it out loud until you ask. I would be terribly embarrassed otherwise.

  3. dj khaled we the best.

  4. You get your hopes up for what? Or whom?


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