The receiver is pressed to my ear as
my mind wanders.
He runs a hand through his greying hair.
Sweat pools in the dip of his clavicle
and his eyes ask questions
from under thick lashes that tangle
together like lovers.
His teeth are dark but beautiful
and I kiss him on the mouth anyway.
I blink and he is gone.
But his voice is clear and deep in my ear.
"Hello? Are you still there?" He asks.
My brain hums softly inside of my skull,
radiating warmth until
I hear the TV in the background,
the rustling of paper,
the startling laugh of a woman,
and a slight, delicious intake of breath
from lips I imagined to be soft and pliant.
My mind glazes over.
There are tears in my eyes.
I hang up the phone
and I clean the shame from my guilty fingers.