Voices

I love your voice.

I let it wash over my soul,

Feel the way I twitch

just slightly

When an upward lift, heard, 

Embeds an image:

A smile. A smirk.  A laugh.

Experience the terrifying heat

of recognition

When I sense you resonating with despair, loss.

Intense desire to take you

into my arms,

Letting my strength dampen and heal.

I love your voice.

Where do all those vibrations come from!

Deep and masculine,

Mirroring your strength.

Along with your strong hands,

It melts my cold, conformist, capitalist, heart.

With a twist of a word, a phrase,

It streaks up in pitch, intensity,

To convey an inner need to be

Heard, seen, recognized.

Soothed.

I love your voice.

Connected directly to your compassion,

Sharing a deep wisdom, all out of proportion

With your slender and ageless form.

With each word, I want more to kneel

before you

And Listen.

And Observe.

And Love.

And Admire.

I love your voice.

Each of you, all of you.

All the humans.

Blessed with an instrument you never,

Truly hear. Unaware

of the sacred resonance you create

In me.