Feel the tenor,
tongue press quietly under,
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