Emily....
upon the phone.
The soothing voice.
Its even tone,
discussing matters;
this and that,
in our recent
late-night chat.
Emily....
with long brown hair,
or so I'm told,
would, anywhere
shine out clearly;
long hair glows.
A fact that every-
body knows,
or at least they should,
if smart.
Cleverness
can be an art.
Although, if too much
is about,
like many things,
it can get out
of hand a bit.
Precocious pain.
One step backward....
with distain.
Emily....
her blue-green eyes.
One thinks they must
elicit sighs
for their colour,
or, far more,
reflections of
what lies in store.
For aren't they windows
to the soul ??
Apart from their
more normal role,
they give a hint;
a tempting trace
of secret things.
For while the face
can give some things
away, yet more
keep hidden, like
some well-locked door,
the eyes retain
deep mystery....
So, pity lads
who cannot see
those eyes,
or even facial sights.
Condemned
to telephone delights.
To sit....and smile....
and talk alone....
to Emily
upon the phone.