Sound Poem

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.

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