I listen to her voice,
nothing more melodic could send shivers
through my body,
a peace, a tranquility, a passionate plea.
I find I suddenly weep
when her eyes give me a direct urgency,
this need to have me know
inside she is crying, screaming her tears.
I will listen to her voice
sometimes with a dial,
knowing no answer yet,
though her on the other end.
I believe there is something magical
if a woman can find her soul
in the silence of a dream,
so simply, such sweet she seem.
Inside her torment an anxiety,
some suggestive plea her piety.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020