Tuli

 

Tuli,

A name foreign to my ears

Speaking on the phone

With a foreigner's accent.

The name of a stranger

Willing to help.

 

Tuli, Tuli,

I say over and over

To make it sound

Less foreign--more natural.

I'm curious to see the man

Whose nature it is to help.

 

Tuli's voice again

Inquiring over the phone

To meet for a drink.

I'm curious----

I hesitate----

I agree!

 

Tuli's voice is spoken

From a most handsome face

Set upon a small frame

Of exquisite proportions.

My eyes interrupt our conversations

With desire to paint his expressions.

 

Morning's soft light

Stir caressing sleepers

In Tuli's room,

Slowly waking, then dozing,

But senses vibrant

To the warmth of lovemaking.

 

Now, Tuli,

The sounds of your music

The visions of your movements

The taste and feel of you body

The excitement of your passion

Are now Tuli.

 

No longer just a name,

Tuli.

Now, all the emotions

Of a passionate night----

They aren't forgotten.

Oh Tuli, they aren't forgotten.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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