you lay beside me, reading Hemingway
breathing the words into the 2 a.m. darkness
eventually, i no longer listen
but i hear every pronunciation,
every syllable off your tongue
it is the most beautiful sound
i have ever been blessed to feel
feel -
because i feel your sentences,
diving into my soul
like a cannonball into my heart
your speech has seeped into my brain,
liquefying every emotion,
and it floods the interior of my head
it is such a pleasure
to be touched by your voice