i must confess,
a part of the heart lives in the ear,
and by that i mean
your voice is the sweetest thing
i've marinated in.
i deliberately get you to wax poetic,
prolonging the conversation
by any means to hear you speak.
and sometimes, i play all your
favourite songs to coax you to sing,
and my heart swells to twice its
usual size with happiness,
if i could, i'd sever the tie to reality
and live in these moments
for the rest of my life.
i hunger for music in
a way only your
voice can only sate.
