Enigma II

My phone rings endlessly
Selfishly
His questions full of fantasy
Whispering 'til I agree

He asks about my hair
Tells me to free my ponytail
Chanting--a prayer
Breathe, he says, exhale

I give
He takes
Do I forgive?
Oh, I ache

He hangs up inspired
Satisfied
I am admired
Our connection classified

He leaves me tired
Alone
Sleepy but wired
Holding my phone