Larynx

I have a voice...

wilderness crush,

rooted in the heart

of the words I tell.

These are not silent,

hidden layers

compressed like film wafers.

They are seldomly unheard...

My voice

is not loud enough.

The earthquakes

when I tremor for love.

A mighty shift in tectonic heartbeats.

It takes days

to get a bowl

of words in the bucket.

When ultimately I do,

your thirst

pulls them out,

and I'm voiceless no more.

'Cause I believe in you

much more than the silence

it takes to reach my voice.

I groove...

to speak a lot more.

Fetch the bucket

and lower it in.