Your Voice
I would take your voice
And fill a tub with it
And soak in it for hours.
The vowels and consonants
And little laughs
Would articulate around me,
A sound sauna,
Caressing and deep.
And then I would
Take your voice
And roll it out
Like a blanket
And lie down in it
And let it hum me
To sleep.
Every feeling, every thought you ever had about being in love is here put into words- delightful, thrilling, wonderful, baffling, poignant, painful, intense, and all the other sensations of this enchanted state. As a sample:
I Can't Stop Smiling
And if I can't stop
Smiling,
Will the sweet paralysis spread?
Will it move down the muscles
Of my hjeart and lungs
Until all systems
Freeze or burst?
Has anyone ever
Died of delight-
Or do I get to be
The first?