Unquenched

By Farangis G. Yegane

UNQUENCHED » Unquenched

Hot streams of the heart
filled into a red phone
burning, so small I am
crouching into the mouthpiece of the receiver
withholding my breath
covered in waiting

Signals – beep-tone – a static sound
It’s you –
Your caught voice
is a refreshing wave
flowing over my heart of heat

You ? – yes – how are you –
and – so – yes – and – and – and ?

so small have I crouched
out of the receiver’s mouthpiece –
– UNQUENCHED –