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[Hannibal]

I heard your voice tonight,
I listened to your vocal chords tighten and release,
I heard all the sounds,
But they made no sense as they passed me by,
Floating through my head,
The sticky paper of my brain,
Wet with other thoughts as yours slipped by,
Freedom left ringing in my ears,
Wishing you were wet with want,
Your kiss, touch, feel, senses were my only thought,
You gurgled, and sounded wonderfull,
Your range of vocal bliss was pounding down upon my head,
But perhaps I wasn't listening like I should have,
Because now your gone and I'm all alone,
And all I have are the noises,
Playing in my face.

[parch]

"and all i have are the noises playing in my face"--i like that.
this poem made me think of a concert or something...watching a past love perform....but not paying attention..just remembering, not existing in the present.
it was good.
___---parch