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Tekla A. Syers

The ringing summons my hope

and how tenderly I cradle

the vessel that holds your voice.

My fingertips trace its outlines,

gingerly seeking your pulse, your heat.

Whispers, profanities, sighs, silken words

all weave a mantle of your presence about me.

Each word, a shared intimacy

that only wants for the moist warmth

of your breath on my ear.

Gently, lest I disturb your presence,

I replace the handset

and permit myself one sigh

to thank God

for the miracle

that brings your voice to me.


Tekla A. Syers

Tekla A. Syers resides in Chicago as a student and teacher of metaphysics; smitten grandmother; dabbler in culinary arts; semi-retired fund development and nonprofit management consultant; and a craftswoman. She enjoys music and art in myriad forms and makes time to observe and reflect on why folks and things are as they are.

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