Poem for her 280

Dear Readers,



Bing goes the phone


The sound is soft and wakes me up
Then I look over and she is there
That sound was in a dream
The sound of her texting me
But there she lays hair on face
Head on my arm, eyes closed
Now open smiling at me
Saying good morning
Saying things in a whisper
The Bing sound drifts out of my ear
I wonder at it
Was she thinking in her dream
Of texting me
Of the thoughts put
To key pad
The morning wears away
To afternoon
To evening
To the next weekend
The sound of her breath in my ear
The sound of her laugh
Caught on tape
Skirt in my fingers
As we dance in moonlight
Memories of that bing
Text in our dreams


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.