Speak

your voice could call in the white fury of winter

freeze the beaded rain in its descent

teach sullen flames to burn and send

flaming embers into oblivion

your voice could cup starlight

spill blanched wonder into my night

no instrument could charm and enslave

no intoxicating music, no set of pipes

lure me further into abandonment

you have talked me into drunkenness 

you have laid words along the white line of my throat

like pearls

and in your arms

I forget the seasons and the 

turning of the hours

so speak to me now

and tell me of tomorrow

one morning 

I want to wake up to your voice