Whispering gently into my ear,
your words brought me satisfaction.
I pondered day in and day out
about what they might mean.
Satisfaction wasn’t enough,
and no matter how rough
the situation was,
I lingered upon the threads of the promises made.
I have only but memories of utterances you rained down upon me.
They kept me safe.
Even when the airwaves strike my face,
and grace of rain hails down from space,
all I can see,
feel,
and touch,
are the words of unholy contentment.
A pure delight.