Conversation Of Lost Souls

Could spend an eternity locked in the conversation of lost souls,

Nothing to prove,
nothing to lose,
and nothing to hide,
like two open books turning page after page.

Words flowing from our lips,
seem to come just as easily as does a lovers kiss.

I swear in that moment,
our souls moved as one,
although our paths were different they somehow connect us,
much like lovers connect with tongues,
lips and soft fingertips.
We connect in words flowing from a page,
Words that speak the truth,
that capture love and rage,
Like we are the actors playing their parts on the worlds stage.

Our words connect , yet different, yet each story new,
love the way our stories begin to unfold,
Locked in the conversation of lost souls.

He moves me with questions answered in verse,
Leaves me hanging on his every word, the way the stars hang onto the sky.
The mystery leaves us thirsty for more,
Hungry for the next feast of words that take us back to another place, another time.
When locked in the moment,
When the words flow from our lips,
You can almost taste a lovers kiss,
Feel his soft caress.
You can almost hear his voice singing loves sweetest song,
whispering in your ears.

There is always another mystery still to unfold,
Through our words we become one mind, one heart and one soul.

Your mine,
I'm yours,
Were connected,
Were one ,
My mystery, my unfold,
my muse.

Lost in the conversation between desire and truths.
Lost in the conversation of two lost souls,
Turning the pages our stories unfold.