Feel the tenor, tongue
press quietly under, confidently trace
lip’s evenly placed inflections.
Search silently held intonations
of your vocal language.
Stir your words, close my eyes and
hold my breath.
Closely near to slightly listen,
taste your richly chosen words.
Lured softly to feel passage of air drawn through
your whispered inhalations.
Recognize rhythmic mantras, scholarly hymns
found within your singular resonating resolve.
In-between the silence of our unspoken:
as within the layered quietness pooled in your soul,
all is infinitely understood.