frank ocean

my ears are open

and i study the sound of your voice

                                   running through them

like water

like sky

like clouds

and now

i am        floating,         

both feet on the ground

a dance from left to right

the airwaves play

with melodies

unexpected and soothing

and my lungs are full of

e  x  h  a  l  e  s

keeping time

the way your voice echoes

"breathe here"

and "here"

and "here if you want to"

and "here if you'd like"

nothing touches me

while everything moves me

a world of possibility

expands between the auricles

and all around the inside of my head

your words paint the sky

scales of colors—

vibrations that the eyes

cannot see—

so i lean in,

look with my ears peeled

and you carry—

transport—me.