REVERBERATIONS

Your voice 
catches at me 
like a song 
of timbre-less words 
Snagging 
on the corners 
of my jagged heart 
with its curves 
Rubbing against me 
it’s rough textures 
deliciously 
in viscous honeyed dreams 
Laying claim to my soul 
effortlessly 
in its abrasive 
turbulent streams 

As my blood surges 
violently 
to the wild call 
of your pagan symphony 
I die a thousand deaths 
just to ignite alive afresh
in flames

of dazzling white ecstasy

Your voice

puts a match to me

vibratingly.



MS