An Ode to Zula - Part 5

I really miss you. 
A song came on that reminded me about Paradise
It was that Phil Collins type of night 
And I want to hold you. 
To feel the face of your skin against mine 
Like butter spread. 
Our faces connect
Melting so deeply until our hearts become Human again. 
I can't help that I want you. 
Want you to speak 
so I can listen to every fabric within the melodic sinusodial vibrations of your voice
Each coming together of your specific air that fills your lungs
Protruding through your trachea and making its magestic entrance to my ears. 
By God. 
It is. 
So beautiful. 

I can literally listen to you speak all day long. 
And I want to. 
I have visions of waking up to your voice 70 years from now. For one last time....until forever. 
Your voice. 
Is a flute like vocal phonation free of traditional overtones and more simplistic in its complexity and unique. 
When Zula sings her song 

I don't listen. 

I experience. I receive. 

- FoliFiasco The Jedi. 


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