The voice that stills me..

The tinkle of laughter that ever flows, lightly over my heart

paused a moment in contemplation, losing it’s momentum

and for the first time in stilled.

I was caught helplessly motionless by the sound of your voice

 and your head, though turned away if feeling my regard.

and then..while I struggled to hide my captured gaze

you turned, neatly, and looked behind you

right into my eyes.

I knew a blush then, and quickly

averted my gaze, down and away.

and I knew in that moment

the restarting of my heart

for quite certainly it was racing, like a gazelle

my mind a turbulent place of reflection and desire

I sought with frightened tremor to hide

that which the simple sound

of your voice had caused in me

like a pain that one knows

in seeing it on the face of another

was never meant for their gaze.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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