Phone Sex

by Joseph Matuzak

Sending bodies over wire
water removed
broken further than powder
translated into sound
then reconstituted at destination.
Here is a warm leg turned
into inflection, here
an ear described by a sigh.
Fabric rubbing, soft creak,
and romance
is somewhere nearly there
area codes away
twitching through switches
like a snake biting at a chest
then filling your room
like smoke, a proxied body
that would scatter
at your grasp
or even if you exhale
because all that makes it real
is the slick spark
of electricity that runs
with a hoarse whisper
from there to here.

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I’m having a pretty busy weekend despite my Enforced Vacation, which I may go into at a later date.  But I wanted to let you know I was thinking about you; and what better way than with a poem about phone sex?  Hmmm.  I guess this could be akin to phoning it in, except via the net.   Typing it in?  Would that be better?  Am I phoning or typing it in?  Ah, what the heck.  At least I (with a little help from PQS) found you a good poem to read.

While the poem describes a type of phone sex to which I don’t particularly ascribe, it certainly hits the nail on the head for plenty of others.  So enjoy the pretty phrases and rhythms and pacing .. and who knows?  You just might have to make that call.

You can read more of Joseph Matuzak’s poetry HERE, and can listen to an interview and more HERE.

xo, Angela