Using Your Voice

I heard your voice
a deep rumble of a baritone that took me by surprise.
Only here, for I am not brave, will I confess
I'm using it, using your words for inspiration.

Here, where I am still somewhat
safe from embarrassment I can be honest.

You'll never read this.
Quite frankly if you did, I'd most likely be too surprised
to be ashamed
about my confessions.

For a few minutes.
Then the blood would rise
to my face, like it is right now just with imagining it.

But for now, there is safety here.
I can confess that your voice
makes my hands twitch.
Surely you've felt it too
from time to time, though
I doubt you've ever neglected your writing as long as I have.

But perhaps you will understand.
One doesn't turn away inspiration, no matter what the source.

So I will use your voice
as it helps me open the box I thought long lost and buried.
And I think, perhaps you
really wouldn't be offended.