speak to me
face to face
my countenance to yours
in person and alive
so that i may see your eyes
every expression every line
each smile or grimace
each shadow of pain or
spark of joy
or elation
sit here with me
and discuss this world
and our lives in between
write to me
in note and letter
in mailed cards
decorated with the thoughtful
art
of cancelled stamps
show me the scrawl and curve
of your every word
let me save this gift
a savory taste for later
read to me
give me the heft
the weight
and smell
of books in hand
let these fingers turn each page
let me dog-ear the ones
holding verses and lines
strung together
to remember late in the night
allow me escape into chapters
for solace nearness and comfort
fill the rooms of me with stories
the written word in my hands
save your messaging and e-mails for others
i want to hear the inflections in your voice
i need to read your words from your hand
or laying gracefully between soft-shelled covers
or hard-bound weighty tomes
speak to me
interact with me
live and in person
leave your machines and gadgets behind
remember
i am still here
and still
human
Lovely! Your lyrical side so true….. m