Operator: You can go ahead. 
"Hi! OK, and you?" Eyes close to better hear the Love-yous
in the common presences of rain;         in husky exchanges of
prices of potatoes; in promises to look to the pole star at 11 p.m.
again.   Dear, dear words, milliseconds tick, tick, trickle money,
Ears burn from pressing the phones so hard to pull each other
one crackling millimeter nearer. The tense pleasure of smiles
that can't have their wet cheeks caressed. Lips are licked,
There's the chests' small fast shallowing breaths.
Time nearly over.    Dial tone.   Throats cleared.             
and countdown to eleven.