This Voice Poem by Dylan B

Dulcet, tingling my imagination
In tones of dopamine like tiny bubbles
Onwards and upwards to allure my pleasure receptors
Its lilting in varied pleasantries, it matters not what she speaks

She compliments my voice, in her tender fashion
Mothers the winsome inflections that take me adrift beyond electric space
Saying I have a sweet, manly voice, melts me, it really does ~
Unnngh! Imagine my giddy laughter!
I'm a mess, a disaster, it's her voice
I'm after

Little does she yet know, I feel all goodness seep into the core of my soul
When I hear hers

Oh! I'll sing to her at nighttime's welcome onset - in which language?
In any she entreats, for it will be my voice she seeks
I'll sing, sing… into arms that melt into
Sunspheres that rouse the cells, every fiber
Madrugada, day's zenith, or twilight,
Amor, you gotta see each hour:
You're the sheer highlight, in which I indelibly delight

This Voice
Supernal
The firmament, terra firma, and unruly seaspray caps
Are quelled and tamed of all horrid din and discord
When this voice of yours
Speaks