~ HER FAMILIAR TIMBRE ~

There's something in the way she speaks to me
A gorgeous gentleness in her tone
A familiar timbre to her pitch
That makes my hyper-sensitive nature, feel at home
She's silk gloves on my fingers, that feel her sensitivity deeply
And in finding her most refined qualities
With more than words, I touch the gist of her
A regal etching engraved with electric dignity
She's like a glittering, Broadway, show tune
Filled with ebullient champagne melodies
A televised dance number
Filled with sexy, steamy, intricacies
Leading, to the most diamond-like brilliance
Of her blunt, yet perfect advice
She's everything, in rarities resilience
Grander than a mountain range's snowy ice
She's the illusionary girl
From my dream-like fantasies and lore
She's the girl I'd search for
If I were a knight in shining armor,
She's the immediacy in a heartbeat
Pulsing its way through the bloodstream of my youth
Like temptation, dripping from a golden spoon
She's the golden honey, in life's perfect honeymoon
And every time I hear her words
It affords me a heavenly shiver,
For something
Far beyond this earth,
Created,
Her Familiar Timbre....

Tony Taylor