A Small Gift...
Your voice is alive,

your breath has form,
and shape in my mind.
I hear your tongue
twist and flip,
carress your lips
before a words lift
from your throat.

The air is electric,
as those sounds dance
and skip through space
to settle ever so gently
on my waiting ears
and mind.

Your voice is so alive,

It bounces in my head,
turns cartwheels up my back,
it grabs hold of my mind,
and draws hyroglyphics
on my unconcious.

Perhaps one day,
I will decipher them,
and unlock the mysteries
of that living, breathing,
voice.


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