My Baby
One Phone Call Away
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about a month ago • 1 min read
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I sit and look at the sun,
I whisper your name to the moon
I let my heart fly in the wind,
While patiently waiting for
My baby to call again…
The roses become planted on my cheeks
Whenever I hear you speak…
Just one call, and a hurdle of butterflies
Reprise as I revive once again in your
World of enchanted love…
Touch my body, Inside of your hand,
You fickle my spine, with your mordant phrases,
All of these emotions, migrate from within…
Here I stand, with my phone in hand,
Waiting on my baby to call again…
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Comments (8)
Inspirational.
Hope the anticipation is worth it. Hope that call comes soon
Wonderful poem. Well done!
Hello after way to long! ‘ Just one call, and a hurdle of butterflies Reprise as I revive once again in your World of enchanted love…’ I can very much relate to this very heartfelt poem. I have tried in my own way to express the same longing in my poem https://vocal.media/poets/i-study-his-eyes Pauline 🌸
Beautiful poem!
It do feel like that. The anticipation which turns to oversurmounting joy when the ability for a connection strikes again. We embrace such moments as we don't know how long we are destined for this world. So, hoping for more of them to come along isn't out of desperation, but desire to fill our time with blessed peaceful intimacy whenever (and maybe also where ever) we can.
Lovely!!! Superbly written!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Oh how sweet, hope the call comes soon!