Let's Get Cellular

Let's Get Cellular

A Poem by RuseInex
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Cell phones are an ubiquitous electronic technological wonder and in an imaginative sense may have anthropomorphic characteristics

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our intimacy, our love is real

touch does not lie,

the way you hold me in your hands,

softly whisper, gently caress

sometimes so firmly in times of stress

we act as one, I convey your mood,

I speak, you listen hang on my every word

there is no better bond as proof

we’re always on the same frequency,

I let you slide me in your pouch

your thoughts are always on me,

should you wife hear us whisper

suspect a mistress and I suffer harm

she may push me, expect of me information

inquire, delve, demand and probe for

forbidden love, your love and mine

I swoon in love nestled on your chest

privileged place cause her unrest, yet

ever so deftly, you carry me across thresholds

our beings unite as one

you’d die if you dropped me

you lost me once

our separation almost killed me

I almost died, my chips were down

you were so frantic,

it meant so much when finally

you called for me

I vibrated furiously anticipatorily

and called for your attention,

but it wasn’t you!

when suddenly

a stranger picked me up

he violated me

pushed my buttons roughly

touched me places, he had no right

pushed buttons meant only for you

you offered ransom for my exchange

united once again,

you took me in your hands

rescued me from harm

energized my soul for you

made my strong once again

cradled me in your hands

made to capture the image of your face,

memorized and stored its every detail,

carrying your every word, obeying your commands

I am your life forever

You and me inseparable

© 2016 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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