Our voices are quiet as we trade hellos over the line.

You sound as breathless as I feel.

Hijacked.

That’s what you say. You feel hijacked.

You say you are reeling from the visceral reaction I illicit within you.

My body flushes and my heart beats fast.

I too am hijacked.

A brief mixing of our voices was all it took to knock us from our centers.

I have to put it in my purse and carry it around until I can unpack it in private.

I take it in the shower and let it run down the drain.

It’s easier this time to see it disappear. Mixing with the bubbles of my shampoo the feelings are cleansed from me and flow down the pipes.

Gone.

I’m fine until later.

I close my eyes to sleep and hear the conversation all over again.

I am hijacked. 

My heart burns and I dream of you.