Voice Unvoiced Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

He cupped his hands
Around the concepts
She drooled like honey
With her velvet voice

He put them
In his pocket for later
For
When he got home
And did some emptying

And no – they
Would not be tossed with coins and keys
And careless disregard

No, they would not be
Relegated to another time, another day,
Easily forgotten

They would instead be
Savored
As fine, burning cognac
Accompanying
Fine, burning cigar

Exquisite delirium would
Suffuse him
In her smoky, liquid words,
& drown him in their sound