Coffee shop voices

I want your voice in whispered timbres murmuring
the melodies of speech
the secret things
the sacred, the revered, the
honest

your voice
low tones
burrowing darkly...
bury me darling!
build me your life
and make it my sky

I hope your mouth leaks words that
I can catch with my hands
I can carry to bed
I can know, I can taste, I can
own

my voice
low tones
hovers so darkly...
have faith in me darling!
I've got what we need
to make us our sky