In perfectly deafening silence, he stared at me
As if his eyes meant to undress me to my bones
Unclear as to what his thought process may be
In inscrutable expressions, his voice carried the smallest drone.
And Like warm coffee with whipped cream, it enveloped me
With A delightful bitterness, but not bitterness alone
And in it, I lost myself, (whoever she’d be)
Forever in my mind, would his low voice roam.
But I came to learn as he and I became ‘we’
There were many expressions I’d yet to know
For whenever he’d grin ear to ear, it’d seem
this conversant voice would carry a tone
with an effervescence that could make a soft drink out of tea
he moved me with a laugh that cleaved at the hardest of stone.
Remarkably enough, he’d made a fool out of me.
But I’d gladly remain his fool, and I alone.
About the Creator
Taro Drop
Hello beautiful creative people that have found this medium as a creative outlet, I'm Taro. I'd been neglecting my love for poetry for long enough. I'm not too confident right now, but I'll get there with enough nurturing and practice
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