Are you attracted to those with quiet voices,
soft speakers that make you lean
closer to hear their words? Their breath
beside your ear, they will not amp it up
because they know you want to listen: those,
do they bring the iron in your blood
up to the surface, creating bumps,
creating tingles, blushing thumbnails?
Do the stentorians push you away
with the gusts their lungs create?
Do you crawl on bleeding palms to reach
these whisperers, unconsciously self-confident,
shyness turned to charisma, like
a closed rose you know will open in the sun,
or even, naively, under a reading lamp?