There was something in her words
That made me...
Feel.
The inflection of tone hidden inside the curves of letters.
That seductively sweet voice I hear in my head as my eyes skim along the page, drinking in each phrase like lapping at her mouth for survival.
I taste her sweetness in the ‘I love yous’ and ‘I miss yous’.
My fingers trace across the black type like I trace the lines of her body, hovering over the most tender of each medium.
She uses bold face to scream to the world she wants me.
The neutral font explodes with emotion
and carries a road map to her soul.

Natasha Bolling

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messages-from-maine/