Candlestine Meetings...
A telephone........is a mere,
Conduit.
To another place,
Which steals....
A moment of your time.
Via voice, and buried wires,
Where dark secrets may linger.....
Or sweet secrets, of promise,
Can be murmured .
So a date, a rendezvous,
In the dark of the night.....
May take place.
Giajl © Jim Love