Something that gently jars the soul.

Something that pulls at the string deep inside that's connected to that

link to the divine.

Something not found in simple conversation.

More than a look of familiarity, a look that conveys the deepest most

profound knowing.

A look that knows it doesn't have to wait for recognition but will playfully

humor itself with waiting for the inevitable.

The smile that saw you coming three lifetimes ago.

Casual acquaintances know better than to inquire, they don't exist.

A touch not applied with the hand.

A kiss that changed the alignment of the stars.

Strokes that release a fluidity that give birth to time itself.

Communication written on scrolls that give life to dead seas.

Thoughts so intense they're illegible with any physical sense.

How do you make love that created you before you existed?

Humble without humiliation, vulnerable to secrets that noone will ever be

privy to.

You called my name before it was given to me as if to eavesdrop on a

conversation between me and the universe.

How dare you make me wait so many incarnates?

My soul aches for a pain that plays monopoly with pleasure causing me to

shop in heaven for an outfit suited for this occasion, only to expose that which

has already been revealed.