I listen to your voice message

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I listen to your voice message

And think again how beautiful you are,

Its candle tempo

Melts better than the snow,

Rachmaninov’s concertos,

Black caviar…

The feeling of your voice takes seed

And widens

Until my pillow

Begins to blur

In circles of violet

Flowers – soft and calm.

Your words are carefully spaced,

Your voice illuminates my space

And my heavy wine glass –

A purple swan in moonshine!

You’ve never told me what you feel,

Just what you do: clean, meet, go…

I listen to your voice message,

And think I used to dream of Venice,

San Marco, where Brodsky

Had his suppers,

Nursing a wineglass of Tocai:

“Dame un cicchetto!”

There are things I longed so strong for

But never miss again.

I wonder if I miss your voice

One day I lose my sense of smell?