everyday people

“the room is full of the incandescence you poured into me. the room will explode when i sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. i don’t hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. i have no power over your voice. it comes straight from you into me. i could stuff my ears and it would find it’s way into my blood and make it rise.”