Conversation She said, “Write me a poem” I said you are my poem, already written, fused with every thought that traverses my mind She said, “Read it to me” I said I do that every time I touch you I said this pen bled my thoughts and every word was your name She smiled I said I open my lips I kiss your lips I taste your soul Now I crave you like never before I traced the contour of her face with my fingers She said, “why do you do that?” I said I love painting your portrait inside my soul I said a thousand places I have journeyed, but I’m home only when I’m with you I said, when I look into your eyes I can’t remember my lines I try and try to remember past times but… I can’t see past you She said, “Tell me more” I said your eyes are the doorway to my peace I said your mouth is an instrument serenading my soul; playing for me the sweetest melodies, enchanting me as your lips move with the spirit of the spoken word I said lose myself with every beautiful word that breaks your lips I said when you caress my face you take all my strength, but I’m OK with that I said I’m staying She said “Where?” I said with you, I’m staying She said, “Why?” I said because outside of you lie only death and I so badly want to live She breathed in deeply She said, “When did you write this poem?” I said the day you were born Her eyes grew soft and her smile faded into the penumbra She looked deep into my eyes and said “I do not understand” I said when your soul was created a void inside me was instantly filled I said till now I have waited all of my life seeking you, waiting to see you, wanting to touch you, needing to hold you and now here you are in my arms, my beautiful poem Her eyes flooded, then I kissed them Her smile resurfaced and I smiled back She said, “I really love this poem” I said I have always loved you