sudden_call Joana. So there I lay with my feet pointing to the sky Wondering how it was The little drops of light stood over me And I thought that was the star But suddenly without warning I hear the familiar ringing That ties me to his voice Hastily I flew, descending stairs and barriers And in the smallest, simplest gesture There he was again Face pressed against neck Caresses drawing lines in skin The smell of hair Simultaneous comments And the meaning of the silence Linked to his dimension Hearing the footsteps of his strangers And the quietness of that room The soft breathing And the sadness of the voice Yet it quivered somehow And I, lost in my own purple haze Ignored the certain loss Of the words How ridiculous I am, dear For acting like I do And what flawed and gross English mine is When I hear the softness to which my spirit always succumbs... 001023 ... marked . 031114 what's it to you? who go blather from