Radio Blues

I am wrapped up
In your voice
Your voice like
Warmth distilled
From every summer
Memory round
And round it winds
Around me
Stroking my inside
Outside gently
Roughly your voice
I want to live in it
Where words don’t matter
Time is measured in
In only beats
And vibrato
Low and warm
It fades away
And I am jarred
To know traffic is backed
Up and showers are coming

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