Phone Call

midnight,

half awake, words muffled 
and heavy with sleep.

His voice on the other end
deep and dark like whiskey.
I giggle at something he says,
his laugh vibrates in response.

Tomorrow,

he calls just to say hi.

His words, a hand on the small
of my back
gently pulling me to him.

He stays with me

like the color on my skin.

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