Phone Number

If i had your phone number or any way of reaching you now, I'd call you and ask you to come over so we could sit on my bed and lean out my window and watch the sky fade from colors to dark.

If I had your phone number or any way of reaching you now I'd call you and ask you to come to North Carolina with me so we could run barefoot in the mountains and let our nostrils dance with the cool scent of mildew.

If I had your phone number or any way of reaching you now I'd call you and ask you to make it feel the same way again so we could stay up all night and talk of nothing but eternity and each other.

If I had your phone number or any way of reaching you now I'd call you and ask you to love me again so we could close our eyes and still see the stars that pump from my heart to yours.

© Jacquelyn Blankinship, 2003

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