I, too

I, too, heard the country's call
is it not one in the same...  
keeping in me... sane?  
silence,  
the reward ,  
staying, the chill of early morn  
would the calm increase within  
...if my warm leg were to...  
brush against you ...  
a true message could it send.  
with my back momentarily turned  
sketch again the loving of your word...  
finger tip ...dots and curves....  
written....  
as a whisper’s imagery and a reality does emerge.  
the dark of the night...  
close my lady…my sweet...  
let me comfort....  
let me feel your soul...  
a country's call...  
echoing from all your walls...