By Shlomoh
10/8/09
Although we've never met
We have played our love games.
Utilizing only voices
We have created images
Which warm us in the lonely nights
But also burn
Deep desire into our souls
As well as
Into our flesh.
Images traveling across miles
Borne on the wings
Of telephony -
They whisper
Until
By our imaginations
They scream.
Fantasies in our heads
Longing for the day
When they are realized
In our bodies.
Oh dear Liz!
Let me love you in reality
The way I do in fantasy
And language will be no barrier!