It was your voice that made my chest clench.
My heart thumped in it’s cavity.
The intensity of your gaze, a laugh and smile.
I could hear it all.
Your voice low and raspy, you’d wanted another as a kid.
I’m glad you couldn’t;
It soothes at night and makes me laugh during the day.
So telling, so honest, with the innocence of a child,
the harsh reality of an adult.
I can hear it all.
A brush coloring your words, inking in your face,
all while you describing your day.
A smile, exhilaration and laughter,
little gifts you give.
Your words like honey and spices.
Adding texture and depth to your speech
A warm and fuzzy feeling with every word,
each syllable to cross your lips.
With each word I see your eyes light up,
your brow might arch, your cheeks alight with blush.
I don’t know how, I don’t care why,
but it shows me all I ever want.
Your beauty and fire. The passion and blush.
With mumbled phrases the blush appears,
the rapid fire words it’s passion and excitement I see.
The grogginess of slumber your lids half closed, nose scrunched.
A shout or exclamation your brows furrow,
tongue curling at the corner of your lips.
A freshness to my day, smile in my heart.
It’s soothed when I hear it.
Head on your chest, to feel it vibrating as you speak,
happiness and warmth radiating through me.
Your skin cool to my heat,
your voice a soothing calm or a burning passion;
they speak to me, they show me.
I can see you.