voice pt. 2

and he speaks his voice like flowers, a light breeze whistling in my ear and a cotton shirt against my skin, all at once. he is so lovely, so unaware of it, and it breaks my heart. this man, this boy, i don't know, has broken my heart before even knowing its rhythm. he is so beautiful and i don't want him to ever leave, so that ghost my fingertips up his arm, chest, his jaw, and cheek, lifting his head up to meet my eyes.