Telephone Wires

Speak to me.
Whisper me a message through these telephone wires...
let your voice run wild through the sky,
past highrises, and over-seas.
My ears get this thrilling sensation with every spoken word.

"I've grown an eclectic taste in music!" I'd say.
"In what way?" You'd ask.
"Well, I put my mp3 on shuffle...and pressed forward...and it went from Pharell to Paramore to Pharcyde to Louis Armstrong. It was UNCANNY!" I'd exclaim.
"You don't say..."

And we'd burst into laughter. Can't you see it? It'll feel as if you're here, sitting beside me on this yellow chaise...hand in hand.

My gosh. I've lost my breath.