Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized
(he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear).
He didn’t sound excited or surprised
as much as warmly welcoming to hear
her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed
with bytes of text and email as their line.
She little thought the dalliance would last,
but fond’s beyond and bright as sparkling wine.

She heard a curl of smile in his voice
and twirled inside an envelope of light,
as if she were transmuted to a bell
she rang in him. She would have been his choice,
she fantasized, if he’d been strong. A flight
of fancy lifted her she can’t dispel.