Your baritone swirls through my senses.
Rich like swirls of chocolate falling from the spoon to my waiting tongue.
Visions of glittering golden whirlpools in the afternoon sun, eye candy to my ears.
Timbre, plush and warm envelops.
Luxuriant rapture.
Vibrato ribbons out like butter soft caramel falling from an unseen height.
Ancient chants.
Primal growls.
Dripping sexuality, eyes closed, lips softly kiss your mic.
Overwhelmed by the emotion, its soft sadness.
I want to sleep in it, drown in the intensity of it.
I carry you in all my senses long after the song ends.
So I've read this again after you sent this note that the poem was about Eddie Vedder. I totally misunderstood it. I took the music imagery as metaphorical...but it is not completely so! :) I appreciate the poem even more that I'm reading it knowing its a rock star. The sadness isn't overwhelming. Its more like the loss of the song because you loved it and it ended or the loss of a book because you reached the end. Well done Grace. :) Sometimes I let my imagination get carried away....
Beautiful lines of movement and imagery, but we never get to bask in it. The ribboning vibrato, swirling baritone, ancient chants and primal growls paint an intense picture, until the overwhelming sadness sets in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Veder I'd bet I get lost there too I like the honesty in your poetry