In touch

Sun streams through my window
         as your text streams into my phone
I wake with your words
         in this modern world in which
silence once again
         needs to be inflected
but I now know your voice
         and I can read you
as you would read yourself
         and your texts are captions
from a glorious silent movie
         and I’m following the action
the beat of your heart
         the energy that you have taken
from the sun and are channelling
         into your day and into your emotions

Once again I have to say
         we are so much our words
we talk ourselves
         into our identities
and accents and intonations
         make all the difference
to the temperature of a phrase
         and I visualize you
mouthing the words
         brushing your soft hair to one side
pouting a little with your exquisite lips
         tenderness at the tips
of your fingers as you type
         the eagerness to be heard
to be present in my moment
         and my eagerness to receive you
the sheer delight
         as your words appear
on the little screen
         knowing that it is all so simple
and yet all so important
         that we are in touch

John Lyons