Her Voice



I've always found peace in lapping waves

Her voice
was crashing waves

Smoothing out
my coarse mind.

Her lips
were the moon
to my vast ocean
of thoughts.

Rhythmic words
pushed me when I needed,
And drew me back
when I receeded.

Her beauty
would permeate through
the stillness of her tides.

She was a placid intensity.
But even when she whipped up hurricanes,
I couldn't imagine leaving her beach.

She was the perfect storm.

Not many could weather her.
And those who could didn't appreciate her.

Not me.

They got their egos rained on.
I was drenched in her power.

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