I don't pedestal you
Easy on the eyes and so suave
Your voice itself
each time you speak,
you speak accolades
A voice with paragraphs between breaths
spilling memories with father telling
stories with intimate details
I don't pedestal you
I admire
the pureness in your voice
The uncontrollable urge to
speak with hands and sway to convey
energy, feeling, time
You bend those things with emotion
and conviction
I don't kneel down to you, trust me
but I like the way you speak on paper
and now that you've shared your echoing tone
it's all I hear when reading your voice
~Tina Meeks
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