Conversation

 When you roll through the streets:

When all the sounds heard by the

World distant does not reach

One and one; or one by one;

Soul talk:

Consumed by soul’s ears too.

Walks and talks of nakedness:

Stripping off all for knowledge.

A chat with life and about life:

A hand holding the other:

A hand pull done,

Not in rejection:

Taken to a well of gestures;

Fetching for more expression:

Her little pokes on one ‘shoulders.

Oh! Relieving indeed.

Their strides are in unison:

Calm and reverent to their existence.

Each and every touch is emotive.

Fuel to a hunk of love.

There is time for expression.

Tongues can roll at a distance.

That isn’t seen-passion.

Oh the heart’s passion.