By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black I am your only late night listener, Savoring your words spoken Over and over, Alone in the blackness. Messages played on loop In the radio host sound Of your voice, I tune in to enjoy Yet another twilight sample. Your poetic mixtape Of descriptive drunken words Makes perfect sense To my late-night soul, So, I dial in every sunset. Alas! That intoxicating oeuvre, Over and over I play it as I live in fear That you’ll disappear And I’ll end up, Singing in silence. After such a lust driven Radio overdose, I keep listening to your lyrical musings, They feel like luxurious textured notes For the soul of this, Your only late-night listener. * * * * * This is my second collab with the WONDERFUL Secret Thoughts Within (if you haven't been to her blog yet - please run and read her beautiful poems, check her amazing collabs and listen to her subtly mesmerizing spoken words). Great collab fun and really joyful writing experience!