What’s up y’all? Been a few days since I’ve posted anything on my blog. Trying to get everything set up and ready to move back home. I was hanging out the other day with my brother and after I got back home I put in some earbuds and started listening to some music. Recently I’ve been in a sort of blues mood music wise.
Lots of soul and emotion in blues. Just like with love I suppose. Anyways I wrote this poem after a bit of time listening to John Mayers Continuum album. Some favorites include Gravity and Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. I actually wrote this poem while listening to both of these songs. Art inspires artists I suppose.
In any case this poem is sort of meant to evoke the feeling of these songs. That you should be close to someone you love, slow dancing then asking the bartender for a glass of bourbon for you significant other. That in mind I present “Her Voice.”
Her voice. Smooth, like bourbon sipped from a glass. Elegance, quietly personified. Hearing her say my name? Refreshing; like being sprayed with a hose on a scorching summer day.
The playfully subtle tones of her voice, drawing me in like a paperback mystery novel. Burning to learn more about her I lay here wide awake. Whiskey glass in hand, wishing your fingers were entwined with mine.
Wondering what kissing her crimson-coated lips will be like… Like her voice I imagine; smooth, sweet and well worth the wait to experience.
Holy Water, Burning Man 