your gentle voice caresses my lips like water
singing songs of the wind
and the wisdom of the moon,
the trees, and the endless river of loving.
it winds through my legs like a cat
contended and sleepy.
your voice tickles my back like the fingers
of a mother
encouraging her child to embrace the peace of sleep,
your voice creeps through my fingers like the
vines of a plant healthy and full,
looking for a place to call home.
Your voice wraps itself in my tangled, curly hair
while the velvety sky and stars blink
with cold, watching eyes
singing songs of sweet melodies
that nuzzle into my neck,
smoothly, softly, hopefully.