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so that I may celebrate your voice.
The way it
rounds in my ears
and swirls and whirls
into my mind. How it brings me to life!
an echo of my soul,
waits in my ears, yearning to be born
and understood and revered as thought.
I bask in your words — delicate fancies in which
I may delight — the amber glow of your hushed tones.
of my mind activates
as your words await their entry.
Gears and pulleys and levers turn and maneuver,
while the silky satin, enchanted tendrils of your desires slip their way in.
In every corner
exists a place of comfort;
so know your thoughts, and
take up comfort they do with ease.
You spring me to life; words that activate
the many walls and gates of my mind. I am
brought to my knees by your radiant charm and wit.
I smile a smile of knowing and surrender.
All vaults are opened and unlocked.
You may have all the parts of me.
My treasure is you.
© Anthony O’Dugan 2021