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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