This conversation has strung itself out
over months, over years, over centuries.
Echoes of eons in every word,
the cadence of memory buried
in each and every syllable. In spite of myself
you make my words vibrate and sing;
in spite of yourself, you still find
the soft heart that has driven this world
from it's primordial birthing to date;
it beats within your chest, heaves
like oceans under a quixotic moon,
reverberates in your bones and exits
with just the faintest smile. We speak
like old soldiers. We dream like lovers.
We live and we talk, and it is in talking
that we will live on. You and I,
we will duel on like this.
Forever.