Flash of Memory
You hunch over all gangly, tongue-twisting blush,
thick glasses peering at your computer, the visual rush,
while I bask in the warmth of drawn curtains, crumpets for tea.
Distant buzz of communal payphones. You never quite ignore me.
‘Mmmm, speeeed…’ you mutter
and the honey-drenched murmur seeps through my body like butter.
This is my offering for the Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Do join us there for some fun and huge diversity of voices!