cave crave.

sometimes...my brain is on the edge of a crescendo...like this morning.
at this dawning i sit parallel to perfections crescent...
unprepared for her melody.
yet swayed by her essence.
I am a little flabbergasted, a little empty...hopeful. Anxious.
Disposed to make a statement...but lips are chapped and the walls of my mouth a little hollow...
cave like, minus the echo...
come close.
use me.
whisper.