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.
