A Familiar Voice

Instead of falling unto your arms,
When you recite poetic letters.
I flee like a mustang flees
The rider with the lasso,
But I tuck the verses,
Under the crease of my bosom;
Nearest to the heart
And I romance into sleep.

Never think that your voice,
I do not know,
It makes love to me
When the stars sparkle,
And you are miles away
In body, but there is time yet,
And you mount and ride me,
The aroma of your breath,
Perfumes my soul; with the words
You whisper in my ear, and I become
Fixed in a deep sleep.

Yes! I do feel all those words,
But I'm not convinced
That they are mine to keep,
As when one receives an everlasting gift.

I don't dare ask,
But only hope,
That we will grow
And I sorrow
That it may not be I
Only your poetic voice
Reciting the passion
Of a dreamer.