My Words

I sit staring at my computer
at the game of solitaire on the screen
my right hand on the mouse
my left balled into a fist in my lap
my head tilted to the left to hold
the receiver on my shoulder
I'm on the phone with my lover
who has called and
asked me to talk to her
to make her come
I must speak, so I do
in a hushed, whispered voice
I speak words she longs to hear
from deep within my heart
my fist clenches even tighter
at the sound of my name being called
at my lover's release
I feel the power of my words
for my words did that
my words made her come
a single tear slides down my face
as I wonder if she even
heard or understood
that my heartfelt confession was more
than just to make her come

5.3.01