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He spoke with the wisdom of the omnipotent gods,

          (or his gods)

And I had to listen.

His voice was captivating:



firm

and confident.



I loved him for it:

for his voice and his expression.



It was the only part of him I ever experienced.

So why bother with words?



Because they’re all I can have.

They pull at me, tugging my heart from my chest,

And I wonder how one human

         can control me so

without touching me.



I cannot turn my ear away;

I had to listen,

And I want to listen.