You are my favourite type of conversation
The kind of relaxation
that rests easy like a rocking chair,
slippers and a roll your own cigarette
within my soul.
Your smile makes me whole
And I could drown in the beauty that is
your laughter.
I would quest after you if ever you felt lost.
I cry at the thought of our paths having never crossed;
at the idea that I had would have to live forever
With the pain
of not knowing your name,
Not seeing your face,
Not feeling your tender embrace,
Or the warmth of your heart lapping
Pooling
Pulling
The strings inside
my own.
Already,
together,
we have grown,
seed sewn,
Emerged,
Converged,
Two lovers with so much love to give.
So much time to live;
Embraced,
Divine intervention
So carefully placed
before us.