aMuse

 Phew...How can a month go by without me whispering into my word world? No sire. It cannot go by. So the customary verse, reverse takes a Muse aMuse moniker and off I go.

The first page on your story

And the last page on mine..

Bound in the same spiral

Printed in the same ink.

The words sublime, one of a kind

Like your thumbprints

Pressed onto my heart.

The first feelings in your tale

And the last in mine

Like a fascimile

Replicated to a fault

Foreshadowing the unknown

And my free will gets overthrown

In that sync.

The first flutter of your heart

And the last of mine

Tied into a ribbon

Twisted into a timelessness

Dwells like nothing

Feels like everything.

The first thirst of your soul

And the last of mine

Conjoined beneath

Dispersed in the delusion

Thrives through the tricks

Being.

And then, in that boundless 

Seamless fusion - there's no telling

If it is your first, or my last!

Pic credit - Rahul Pandit for Pexels.