i have a query and What i would not do to float in that voice.


Voice

Is it that i love
your voice
or is that your
voice has the texture
of midnight blue
that i love it so?

And what a pleasure
it was,
an absolute bliss
to be in that voice;
in those moments.

And how could you,
how could you,
make reading a journal-
of no interest to me
and about a person
who i don't bother about,
such a shared pleasure.

Such a rich treasure
i have of our moments
some sneaked in
some stolen
some interupped

And so precious, my precious.





Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-12-08 at 14:22

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I was told, many, many , years ago in a grocery
store, that a young male employee liked to hear
me talk. What a surprise that was. Nice poem.
2017-12-09



It made me smile at the many times I have done thst just to keep hearing that voice next to me. I like this very much. Beautiful writing.
Ashe
2017-12-08