Day Ten: The Phone Call

I used to have a pull in my chest

An urge that demanded I be close enough to smell the natural scents of your flesh

A brown man

I imagined you would be the aroma from the cocoa plant

My blood would churn in a rush because my heart would race so fast almost flying off these hormonal train tracks

It was almost like I could smell you through the phone

And I wondered how close would be close enough to get you to fall into my love

But now I would die for a chance just to listen

The soft subtle escalation in the rise and fall in your voice

The chuckle from your depths filled me with the truth as to why I loved you

I ignored it

I was quick to reach the end of our spiritual climax and didn’t stop to find gratitude in these moments


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Shan Bae

Shan is a poet, graphic designer, and natural jewelry designer. I am open to connect and network with people who are interested in working with me. I would love to collaborate with others on writing or guest blogging. You are always welcome to send me a love letter on my blog to reach me as well. Send inquiries to:

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