We have luxurious conversation,
filled with gaps of fresh air
and pondering.
The kind of random snippets
which fit together snugly,
strung over rivers
of shared time.
Your laughter
winds through kindred
space,
a silver thread linking
me to you.
This is a story to be
continued,
Forever rooted
in where we came
from,
forever tendriled
to branches reaching
for the sky.
Categories: Poetry