My heart floats along with the music
as the tingling pulses fill the hollow space of my chest
and I fly with the melody of your voice.
Pluses, pauses, intonations rain from your lips
and drip from your tongue like ancient philosopher’s fire
and soft as silk they settle on my skin.
I fall into the fairy-tale blue of your eyes
as you tell those sweet long-ago tales of heroes and dreamers
and I drift along with the current of your voice.
And finally when the music stops, so shall I,
and I’ll return to earth in a cocoon made of clouds
and surrounded by your presence sink deep into sleep.