18.1.10

The Girl Could Sing.

Her voice was smooth
and warm and
something indescribable.

Music loved her
and that was mutual.

To blend voices
was to float
rudderless on a wide
deep river.

You knew she'd
take you
drifting luscious
and long
on the undulating current
of her song

to some familiar
unknown place alone
...........strangely satisfied.

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