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          Your voice
          By Claudia Moscovici

          The sound of your voice
          Tickles temptingly, rolls smoothly
          Inside of me, gliding instantly everywhere.
          No echoes, no reverberations:
          Just a simple hello.
          A sound as clear as a bell,
          As sharp as a whistle
          And, as you know so well,
          I’m instantly yours.
          For it is as clear as day
          That simple greetings
          Unleash more complex emotions
          Ravaging the folds of intimate memories;
          Calling to mind Pavlov’s dog.
          What’s up? you ask,
          Almost matter-of-factly
          And the fact is, my love,
          That I need to catch my breath
          If only to reply, nothing new,
          Followed by the nonsequitor:
          If you knew  how much I miss you…
          Whispered with relief in the breath I exhale
          What else is new… you ask ironically
          While still carresing me with your tone
          And with that indulgent, protective emotion
          You withdraw; you advance; you cling to me
          Then, overflowing, you fill me

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