Could Be

Could be… that the thoughts were

Transmitted via osmosis

DVR’d emotions replayed in slow motion

I love this shit

I never felt her skin

But would often pretend to be in the know

Midnight writes by candlelight and takeout

My space being  heated by the stove

That’s how real it is..

Words flow effortlessly

Seldom leaving thoughts incomplete

…Walk with me

Hold on… I need pinky to pinky connectivity

Could be…  that the connection made

Evolved over conversations woven together by

Happenstance – word play – and verbal foreplay

Wait..

When my pen curves characters by her design

And

When submissions become conditions of my heart

Cocooned in pieces Breaching lines when maturity is reached

…. There’s something to be said

I see the world through your eyes

Writes became fluid forms of, we..

Divisible portions of me carried the same form of speak

….life is love

…love is poetry

Could be…