When The Operator Listened In

Phone Boxes, remember them?

can you recall those 

lengthy phone conversations 

shortly after we met 

when we were separated  

by land and sea

while you worked in Dublin

with little hope of us meeting

for months

how we would spend hours

each evening dining on love

a vivid imagination with a

hunger no food would satisfy

till the operator stepped in

to remind us we had two minutes

for fond farewells before

the line would go dead

and when you pleaded

in your Liverpool drawl that

you were clean out of change

she took pity and gave us extra

time so we could continue with

our sweet nothings while she 

resumed with her knitting

and her eavesdropping

we were the after supper

entertainment not the usual

drop dead handsome leading actor

or his besotted blonde interest 

memorising and acting out a script

for others my darling

we happened to be

the real deal

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

I remember worrying that someone might be listening to calls we were making. Audio voyeurism. I'm not quite old enough to remember the boxes, not even sure if we had them over here. Just operators connecting us. Probably laughing and crying with us. Telephone threesomes. An interesting blast of the past Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Bill for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[Michael]

Frank and honest, needs must be satisfied even at the expense of a lonely aural voyeur

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for stopping by Michael. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Neville]

Ah' the real deal .. this is a proper good love poem Chris n no kiddin :)

[Chris Shaw]

Fresh off the press this morning Neville. Pleased you liked this one. I don't usually do love poems. I might even show him this one :) Thank you my friend.

Chris