Conversation

These sounds of this lost night --
your breath lingering in my ear,
as if I were another seashell collector --
a huckster with a story to tell --
these are are your words, all tangled up
beyond articulation, twisting along the insides
as smooth as glass, my fingertips gliding
over it all, a gentle hum that comes from
a gentle touch --
We are reduced to tone and noise
and heart and patterns

#smallpoems

-- inspired by #improvisart -- Note: formatting is odd here. Go https://write.as/dogtrax/these-sounds-of-this-lost-night