he is pure
my milk and honey drink
goes down smooth
soothing all my marks of misuse
taking me back
to a simpler, more innocent time
erasing, repaving
delicious
but i am hesitant to indulge
inhale, hold on
we go under
cool to the core
alien acoustics
muffled vibrance
we hold eahother, weightless
and share a moment
we surface and fill our lungs in sync
submerge with me
and let the silence set you free
this was for a photographer... let's just say my feelings towards him are much different now.
your voice is a reflective pool
but almost gritty
like cheap chocolate
sugary soul food
yes
your voice develops a grainy image
on smooth glossy paper
