GOOD MORNING

     Waking before the alarm,
     Warm bed in winter's cold dark dawn.
     My nipples harden against the comforter as I turn,
     Seeking the solace of your absent arms.
     Damp between my thighs, my empty cunt
     Cries out for your hot bulging cock.
     
     I reach for you but cannot find you.
     Finding instead the phone
     I dial your number.
     One ring.
     A second.
     Then your sweet voice,
     Still slurred with sleep.
     "Hello?" you murmur,
     "Hi, sweet, it's me.
     "I called to wake you as you asked."
     "Mmmmmm, darling, less than two weeks now..."
     
     Your voice arouses me,
     As mine does you.
     Across the miles and through those cold, cold wires,
     I feel the heat of our desires
     Meet and commingle.
     These two short weeks will be eternity,
     And yet too short.
     Sweet Shlo, I miss you so,
     And yet will wait
     Impatient yes.  Ambivalent as well,
     Till first we meet.
     Until this electronic phantasie
     Becomes incarnate and we know each other
     Body and soul, heart and mind.
     
     26 January,  1997