A conversation like this

I don't think I've experience a conversation like this. A conversation where words are silenced by the lack of understanding seen through my eyes. It was almost as if I was blinded by the reality of existing imperfections. Perfecting inscribed "pre-reqs" I'd set before nodding to future regret. But my haste wore on me like paste and simmered among what may be that "maybe" explaining why the obvious appeared so shady. Now, I'm not saying I didn't "see" what she saw when y'all spoke but my heart skips a beat when our eyes meet and the ability to see you physically passes through me, causing my spirit to speak...Speak to your soul. Yes, talk to your soul. That's the very second things begin to unfold...

My eyes opened to a place only you could feel, your HEART. It was the beat behind the seat of sentiments my soul accelerated when you said hello to me. And I promise I'd never had a conversation like this. A conversation where your soul joins with my soul and speaks in sync with that skipped beat I shared with you earlier in this piece. A conversation that speaks from the greatest part of you...your soul. A conversation where secrets become bedtime stories to our worries and we never suffer insomnia. A conversation where the nerves in our feet redirect sleep and walk all over defeat just to keep this spiritual connectivity. A conversation that feeds into my poetry, poetically satisfying the stomachs of those who too have talk to souls.