“Words” by Walter W. Quinn III

I like to hear the sound of your voice…

Even if it’s just inside my head.

There’s nothing I like better than

Your arms around me, because I’m your man.

Looking for movies or books I’ve read,

It doesn’t matter what we choose but it’s the choice.

Though you’re so far away at times,

It feels as though you’re right beside me.

Sometimes you talk and feel so sad,

But worse is that it’s just me, and I’m so mad.

And then you come around, then I feel so free,

It’s your touch making me fly sometimes.

When you enter the room, my heart, it will pound,

And I know to turn around because you’re there.

As we embrace, your hair in my face presents

Scents for my brain to immerse in, browse it’s contents.

But sometimes my mouth says something wrong, and it’s not fair,

For you draw back, and disappear, nowhere to be found.

I can’t imagine what I’d do without you,

But worse than that I worry I might find out.

My time with you, despite it’s expanse,

I enjoy entirely, and would jump at the chance

To spent it all again, the exact same way but without