language galaxies
perfect conversations are the ones that
move like choreographed dances,
two voices stepping in tandem.
the ease of knowing someone’s
sentence patterns, thought patterns,
yet devoid of the crushing
boredom of predictability.
well-rehearsed dances that have
a touch of on-stage improv.
comfortable, teasing banter
flowing from one phrase to another,
eyes twinkling, grins cheeky.
the thrill of watching a
sparring partner at less
than an arm’s width.
and what seems like a fleeting
moment, just a bare wisp of time,
turns into hours.
the adrenaline of an extreme sport
flowing through each vein.
having experienced this immersion,
what is the path back to small talk?
how is it possible to let go of hidden metaphors?
the silly ones and the profound ones?
suddenly, there is an entirely new lexicon.
conversations stop ending with full stops,
instead becoming commas,
springboarding off of each other,
an entire universe just built on shared words.