Telephone Wire

As I lay my head on your shoulder

My ear on your chest,

as if half submerged in warm water,

I had an image of a black telephone wire-

between two wooden poles-

the old-fashioned kind-

Amid turning stars, under a summer sky

 

I imagined secretive black casing,

With a million silent vaults running inside-

waves of electricity moving unseen,

In the muted night.

 

I imagine a telephone line,

between you and me,

as we lay silent in our bed-

Your shoulder blade cradling

My dozing head.

My ear listening to every word

Your heart beat said.