Chest-sound Fantasies

When you cannot bear to miss someone, so you obsess over his/her voice on the phone and try to convince yourself you are not at all creepy as you delight in each tonality, lisp, whisper, giggle etc.

I sleep in the high and the lows of his voice,

a soft bed for my bones 

in the silence and the storms

There's a hiding place in his tongue, 

and I never miss its taste

Like the nearness of his breath

the warmth and the scent

is a soft kiss without his presence

I would rather hold dear to a life 

with no time, with no space 

to be still in this wold with 

the sound of his monotonous message

My special obsession inspired by the days and the nights 

of his absences.