A tiny whisper of a thought racing itself over miles to
Whirl itself in my ear,
Words chasing each other like pennies in a spiral.
My ear is a whirlpool for your voice.
Running round and round each other: I love I love I love I love...
One racing ahead, now falling back, now catching up, now laughing,
Dancing in and out of the reach of gravity,
Rolling around and around, echoing, inaudibly at first, growing loud,
Rising to a roar of rolling friction:

(i... love... i... love... I... Love... I... LOVE... I LOVE. I. LOVE. I. LOVE! I! LOVE! I!! LOVE!!...)
Before falling suddenly silent in abrupt surrender
Like an unexpected kiss inside my heart
(you thought I wasn't listening!)
Into the attentive embrace
Of my loving ear.