My body knows no other voice like yours.
Speak to me and your words are released
like carrier pigeons on the wing,
through the air, across the telephone wire
into my heart.
Fill my ears
that I may hear the resonance of you
translating into touches.
They know you no other way.
Or say nothing at all.
No more need be said.
Your every word remains articulate upon me,
crafted and composed, etched into permanence
as a dance or the Mona Lisa–
a gallery of memories
to be revived and unfurled.
Speak to me.