that bathed her afternoon eyes.
the voice drew her close
and supported her evening curls.
she fell in love with the voice
when she lived at the lighthouse
when her heart was a wind-surfer
when light was rainbow water
she fell in love with voice
as its vowels tenderly
rolled up the ridge of her back
the voice echoed beside her
and warmed her hand
when the light was open
when consonants were water
at the finger-tips and at the breast
when breath gently licked
the shell of her ear
she fell in love with the voice
just as it pledged faith
to earth, and wind, and water
to fire, and stars, and sand
just as, just as
the voice fell in love with her
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