Voice

Let me illustrate your voice

one thread at a time,

intertwining ribbons with your wordless song.



The silk that you spoke filled up my world-

oh, sweet sounds.



It rode the evening breeze,

as feathers float on air,

mixing with the scents of

life: sweat, desire, human flaw.



Sweet and low

your voice came to me,

smoothing over dreaded reality.



I shall build my walls higher now,

to keep your music from mingling with my thoughts,

whispers intended to misguide the most naïve of hearts-

oh, sweet words.

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