We touched souls
but not in true love kind of way.
A " Oh there you are, I have been looking for you!" kind of way.
Intimate but not by touch or sight.
Our souls gently tugged on the webbing of connections.
A slight pull sinful, sensual, liberating, and freeing.
Our beings intertwining in a complex waltz across the stars.
Something foreign and friendly all at the same time.
Our lives didn't quite fit together in a jigsaw kind of way
but, our souls knew how to dance, our souls knew how to sing
our souls knew how to debate and exchange. Our
souls used to write love songs and rebel manifestos. Our souls communicated
not through human language but through poetry, deep feelings, metaphors, classic books,
rock 'n' roll, recipe cards, and karma sutras. They didn't have to spend a lifetime translating
each others souls.
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