he's got a voice,
smooth as honey
and just as sweet
it's got a slight tang
a bit of sharpness
that sparks listeners
like matches to gasoline.
he's got a voice,
deeper than amber
like crushing gravel to diamond
he's got a lazy drawl
that imitates the way he sits back
and smirks up at me
through lidded eyes
saying, "dance, baby, dance"
the slight rasp
dipped in chocolate
so smooth it drapes over me like silk
it only takes your voice
for me to fall back into shadow
like raw moonlight
scraping over my lonely eyes
boy turning to man
vocal cords stretching, recessing
mind-numbingly unforgettable
hauntingly quiet and loud all at once
boy, I'm a musician
I know what music is
but the truth is
nothing compares to his voice
how it flows over and under his throat
like a shimmering copper penny
like a ripe apple beneath sun
it's lovelier than a full orchestra
a thousand fireflies glinting at night
and every silken dream.
and I remember
how he hummed when the rain fell
just like his voice
cool water
slipping over river stones.
// YOUR VOICE HAUNTS ME.
