The pay phone..

..I was walking and night did find..I had no shoes..for I had lost mine.......the phone was dead and I had a quarter to share..

nothing more would I find on this night that I walked...the air was cold my car was dead...her  kiss i felt.....but I was late, for my car, that car, the one I liked, it died this night on a cold winter  ....flight.

the phone of pay ......ahead I did see.

..please my love..come to rescue me..I am but the wuss this night of air and black...the highway knows I’m alone ...and alas..I am late in seeing the you that I love...can you pick me up? this is my last quarter to shove.

she whispered ok...and I hung up the phone..

sliding down this darkened booth..I sighed once more.... why do I end up ..in the night of cold..with her so soft waiting..for me to hold..;;the car was dark..the air held my air..frosted a bit with each.exhale......finally she arrived my savior my love.....all bundled inside awaiting my hugs..  we drove away..leaving my car in the night....the phone booth standing..so tall in that night;;for without its handle into    ..my fear....I would still be sitting...freezing my rear.....

..she smiled as she said;;you are mine now tonight...no way to escape. I thought..with a light... tis ok my love  you have my soul..I can lean into and relax...and allow you to rule....for I am in love...with the one that is you...

take..this moment to know of time..it flexes with heat then causes a rhyme..sometimes life throws a bone into your heart..just toss it to the side.;;and call your love.

tell her of your fears..of your wishes of your dreams.....she will always show up..with the    car warm with steam. :: holding the two..away they fly    ...

the car in the night..with a girl..and a guy