I hate when I run out of words.

I love that easy interplay of syllables with you,
the sounds that fold our faces into laughter
& keep out eyes focused on each other.
Our minds are as deep as the waters
and our thoughts as numbered as the stars.
We are creatures of consciousness.
We link our imaginations with each conversation
to paint an artpiece that can be only ours.
Your mind and mine are connected.
We say what we do to explore who we are
who we have been
who we will be

I hate when I run out of words,

but at least it won't be for long.