I want to take a bath in your voice.
I want to stretch out in it,
or stand under it like a waterfall and wash my hair in it.
I want to enter into your voice slowly, like walking into a lake, your long vowels on my body.
I want to wade in to heart-height
and duck my head under the surface.
There’s no air here,
and a different sort of gravity.
I hold my breath, open my mouth
and flutter my eyelids open.
Your voice flows into me and stings my eyes.
I want to stay here
Buoyant and unafraid,
my body submerged in the sound.