He speaks to me Without opening his mouth. My heart pounds Powerful energy These things I know This fire burns so Like lightning’s strike scorches He burns holes in me with the eyes in the back of his head The tension is paralyzing. I can smell the burn... He can hear me inside his head and I believe the sound of his voice to be s ome kind of musical angst. Nothing that melodious should hurt So bad. When he grabs the mic, I feel so sad. The resonation is vexing I didn’t know I’d need protection My heart is breaking from the Lack of direction it takes It never makes it directly to my ears. It’s there for everyone to hear. He moves women to tears. Before, when we did speak that sound hung for weeks around my heart Kissing and caressing me Speaking to the best of me He was very necessary For my daily vacations Looking sideways and past me now And still seeing me I want his voice to be the Last thing I hear Before I slip into REM sleep It’s a mess see, I admit wholeheartedly, though part of me Wants to just forget any of this ever happened. Especially the most beautiful part. That silent art of being in each other’s company. And though captivatingly he parted my sea. That wasn’t it. He was a friend to me Seeing the hidden stuff. He was a great detective. Knowing that I hid from the world What I thought was defective, my rough edges. My need to be wild. A child. He just let it be. He seemed to enjoy that part of me Indulging my need for solace, Encouraging me to smile. He kissed the child hiding behind my eyes and asked her to stay awhile I set aside my sinuous character and Let the free me be exposed I guess I was mad at him because Now he knows my secrets. One night he spoke some words to me That he had written to describe our situation and though he didn’t lay a hand on me I swear listening was like love making. It blew past my ear and some caressed my neck. To my brain it did enter and down my spine, surrounding my heart to destinations he would willingly enter I became addicted to the feeling of his voices resonation. It surrounded me before I even heard the sound you see. I long for the vibrato that hit me before the words he spoke. Blessed cause of the things it broke and threw away. Like my fears, my reserve, my uncertainty. I assume that I am not easy. Even just in passing, so he made it happen. Surrounding me in softness and quiet. The riot of my mind faded in his presence. Erica and Ziggy number 11. It’s good theme music when you’re on your way to heaven. But I wonder? Cause sometimes I be trippin… is it him I’m missing or is it just the kissing? The emotional bandages that life hands you when the place that hope springs eternal Begins to fade into disrepair. Are no joke. I dare say, that I miss what was necessary. Not exactly the person who made it happen. More like the situation Just the circumstance of attraction As lovely as it is. My heart pounds Powerful energy These things I know Even though we don’t get down like that no more.