#silkyvoice

2024年12月22日、徳島県在住のシンガーソングライター今井悠人が、1stシングル「眩しい世界」でインディーズデビューします。発売元はBYC ENTERTAINMENT。今井の温かみある声と繊細な歌詞が、心の奥深くに響く一曲です。

そういえば予約してたな…。 #lunasea #復活祭 #anewvoice #silkyvoice #nakedvoice #slave https://www.instagram.com/p/CpxCuvOSmhsDl-g2aWcGGYvBw4VXEuQDp6wzAg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

So darn smooth. Always. 💗💗#johnlegend #legendinthemaking #silkyvoice #heart #truelove @chrissyteigen

#LushLife Living!!!! Happy Birthday Sarah Vaughan!!!! #MUVA #musicMentor #musicMaster #singer #jazzSinger #womanMusician #blackWomanExcellence #inspiration #blackgirlmagic #jazzGreats #icon #silkyVoice #sarahvaughan

The "Divine One" of Jazz, pianist and songbird, Sarah Vaughan would have been 93 today!!! #yellowbrickchics #musicChics #musicMentor #musicMaster #singer #jazzSinger #blackWomanExcellence #blackgirlmagic #MirrorMagic #jazzGreats #icon #silkyVoice #sarahvaughan

It is again that we belong becoming, and within the dotted lines of sidewalk romantics does the silk from your lips spin songs of hospitality and light. Snatch me away from Astor! Spheres of coffee houses and busking squares, through its conforming straits, lead me back into the ville where our footsteps track in dive dialogue and introduces the body to understand hieroglyphic pitas of chickpeas and fava beans. Let us feed in Mamoun's, to their flutes and box benches. Let us taste in the cool tahini. Cleansing afternoon for full fulfilling falafels! But may we move! Cruise me along the streets of saints where living is the Caribbean bargain, the frugal bohemias, around the corners of quick quip changing acts before trainspotting lonely theatrical posters plastered inside the historic halls of the IFC house. Feel me in a secret handshake to the rhythm of animated stock emulsions projecting,  flickering. We are simultaneous to breathe and gasp doubly the three dimensions of the rough edges around our espousal idiosyncrasies, dancing  that impenetrable prevalence in illuminated silence. Retreat to libraries of poetry!  We for scholastic loitering in parlors and lasting the ills of the meat analogue, analyzing the dream cartoon and you your perfect head nestles its curlicues gentle on my shoulders, you lock yourselves, and I, that I recall the familiar silky voice swimming.

I met your silky voice on paper, wading in water, that of the East River whispering of bowed kisses, and we first spoke as careful commodities in empty white rooms with our eyes like traffic lights, high and tall for the ACOs, but not for the triangles of green and grey outlining the corners of our minds that suggest we might be able to read each other’s lips at the plaza on a good day, to watch squirrels pirouetting along the edges of our wooden bench, to have a conversation with the deafmute under the trees. I lent you les morceaux of my brain over Quiche Lorraine repartee only after visiting a Tunisian breakfast in the Village or the Asian pancake house at Vanessa’s, only after my coup d’état onward Kips Bay, your dormitories past the bedtimes, deadlines and the tasting of approached water, the best finest water dripping from your perfect mouth: those Dominicanas, ellas Borriquas, the Cherokees, Hood fucking labios who spoke of beautiful poetry such as seen in your eyes and on your face. Poems such as found under your eyelashes and around your nose and chin, over soft pale skin, even the scars like special spice dripping off each flower petal de tus manos dedos piernas pies, your teal painted toes, your ass and bare back, flanks and bare breasts such as heard again in your silky voice and in my heart.