Your words whisper in my ear.
Your voice does things to me
That haven’t been felt in years.
My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more
I listen when I’m alone
To be safe from disturbance.
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices
The reaction your whisper creates.
I listen before I sleep at night;
You’re the last thing I want to hear.
Blow by blow, your words hit deep.
The aching and longing are no strangers to me
But nothing else does it justice,
Not like they deserve.
Nothing can explain
Or perfectly portray
These feelings the same way.
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book:
Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One