Tele-comunication

"Hello Dear", I whispered unintentionally to the receiver. Not unintended in way of words but in tone, as my voice had not expressed itself in some time.  "How are you love?", was her verbalized intended response. Yet my keen ear detects the smirk of a woman who finds me cute and fascinated to learn more. Even without a visual to confirm I know that she just moved her hair from her face. The moment of silence is comforting, as if we are together. The crackle of interference of reception is faintly always there. I close my eyes and I feel hers close too. Without anything but space between us we move as if we are together. I hear in my head her say "I've really missed you" and I aloud in response, "I know and I have missed you too." Again her smile of overwhelming happiness is clear. She say's, "I would do anything to make you smile" and without a beat past I say, "That would be no challenge for you." The warmth of pleasure covers us both at the realization. "I yearn to hold you, my flesh to yours..." but she stops me with a soft "Shh". "Lets not want for what is not possible" she reminds me. "I miss you" is all I can muster as the honesty of love rolls from my tightly closed eyes. The static comes on like the tide rising, obscuring more and more space. "Not yet. Please..." again she whispers "One day my love." I hold my breath in attempt to slow time and my thoughts are only of her energy, trying to bring it back. Trying to bring her back.


© Jeph Rants

Goal Mate

The build up of anticipation steadily grows and churns deep inside.

A longing to touch and feel another in ways new with them.

No holds bared the jubilation and joyful decree of wanted desire.  

Pleasures in the progress of revealing oneself in full to another.

The excited tempo of hearts banging and bulging in need.

Never the word mentioned but the feelings grow like weeds.

A real need of the other in the ways of flesh and that of the mind.

Both the mental draw and the physical withdraw take their toll.

Decisions on moves and words obscured by the yearning.

Rooted in fantasy the realty proves to be more unfathomable.

Just words of inspiration and provocation to tempt and lure.

No logical reasons fill and foul the mind for want to move forward.

Just a biological compulsion that drives the deepest of urge.

What would we be without this mechanism that impels us along.

No more the source or the question we connect to others will, less.

A facial expression or turn of just the corner of a smile that takes us.

Then the other parts are quickly found, the ones we will miss most.

Even if fleeting grasp hold of what you can while its before you.

Or forsake the days of longing lost for being ones of lonely.



 © Jeph Rants

I want you
The edge of your mouth.
Depth of your eyes.
Way you lick your teeth.
A slow blink of your lashes.
I need you.
The kiss of time.
When I played with your hand.
A moment shared.
Tongues tied.
I miss you.
Please.
Come to me.
Tease my soul.
Tempt me.
Rescue this heart.
I must have you.
Your touch.
A grasp of my hand.
The way you do everything.
Come to me.
Again in my dreams.
I need us..

© Jeph Rants