it was a magic little box majestic in it's black and silver casing yet simple.
simply underestimated in power. power which carries you in my pocket.
a pocket which earnestly, selflessly waits to surrender the box to my ear.
my ear then bathed in the sweet caress of your
the voice which reaches into my soul and brings us
the together that i cherish when you're not
home that i feel when we are here.