I don't really remember your physique, for the outline
of your body wasn't all bones, there was some passion
to it that gave off full shadows. But that's not what I see
imprinted on me. Your clear skin and sky-set eyes did not
captivate me.
You swooned me with your voice.
Your inflections at the start of every line and at the
climb downhill were even more enthralling and I found
myself (how insane is this?) soaking in the vision
your lips formed.
I can honestly say I've never watched someone's lips
taste love before with such admiration, and a respect
welled up deep inside my chest waiting to pour out.
Our eyes locked many a times when I was two seats
away and you were standing, glancing over like I
was soft skin you were trying to reach....
were your eyes high blues or were they underground browns?
I'll never know but it doesn't matter if my heart seeks you
where I cannot name a body part.
You held expression so gently yet with such joy.
The way you uttered each syllable gave me
indescribable shivers and I sit here, the youngest
woman in the world, asking myself over and over again,
is it possible to fall in love with your voice alone?
- written 2/17/13 at 12:23 am.
First thought of writing this when I was at a speech meet today and our category was poetry. This guy read a poem from a couple centuries ago, perfect rhythm and rhyme, that I guess could be boring if it wasn't read with expression and adventure. He made it a journey, and I just loved the way he told it as ridiculous as that may sound!
