I'm obsequious to your calls,
No matter what and when...
Your voice transfixes my heart and my mind,
It's therapeutic,
But not curative...
It brings back my sickness,
Violently and vehemently!
It's disgustingly alluring,
So inviting,
Yet --
so frustratingly far...
I long,
I pray and fantasize --
About the times I'll finally read the book --
That is your mind...
But this desire,
It's just me --
An ignominious individual...
~ Shona
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