From The Telephone by Florence Ripley Mastin

Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close

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This reminded me of Dorothy Parker’s short story “A Telephone Call” 🙂  (Valeri Beers)

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