Dying To the Sound

Your ring tone bleats out I'm rushing to your name on the screen We've spoken everyday for months now Somehow the message is still new I follow your wily path In and out of doors and glass Fondling the fresh grass Absconding with a bottle of wine Your sultry words wind into me Boring a hole and making a tent Curious to see the recent illumination How your sun battery unfolds in the night We talk for hours Each luminous moment holds its weight Distance collapsed as I enter Your swollen lip embrace Wet with thoughts and ideas Brain children we incubate A signal sent from the window ledge Marking where you will finally jump into my arms