Late nights

#‎eleven11poetrychallenge‬: Day 2, in the format of a conversation

waves temp


Late nights

The silent nights
colorful conversations, a new call plan
doors shut to the world,
eyes shut to the darkness
hand holding the cellphone like a bottle of elixir
taking words and peeling leaves
of an onion like heart
waves carried the words from the circuit to the air
and from the air to another ear
And not much did those waves know
but there was a new technology
a smile that resonated another

he said “interesting”
she said-“appealing”

And the circuit said to the wave -“they are just horny”


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