Her voice <br />caresses him in Japanese <br /> <br />the syllables <br />of his name <br /> <br />enacted out <br />by the brushstrokes <br /> <br />of her <br />voice <br /> <br />as if she drew him <br />in mid-air <br /> <br />and he <br />hung there <br /> <br />alive in the calligraphy <br />of her <br /> <br />Love.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brushstrokes-3/
