Cardiac Chords

Your voice is like a campfire for me.
It makes me feel like worn-in corduroy
and sweet honey in tea,
or wrapped into a perfect down comforter.
Like I’m in middle
between the most genuine people in the world.
I want your voice as a sweater
to wear each and every day.
Or in liquid form so I could
drink it up
more than I already am.
I hear colors I can’t explain
and feelings I can’t express
running through my bones.
Without it, I’m desperately deprived.


One thought on “Cardiac Chords

  1. kseverny says:

    this is a very smooth read, if that makes sense

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