the window to the soul - rough

[taylorthegirl]

the aperture in your iris contracts as your pupils lock on mine

a bolt snaps back and a high creeeeeek rings out
(butterflies take flight in my chest)
as the door scarcely opens.

a thin scrap of light is revealed across the floor
running down and resting on a soul's sole
the worn leather of the shoe caressing the being beneath

faster than the speed of light your soul is at the opening
sensing its counterpart behind the thick wall
twins having be separated for 3 or 4 millennia

a soft hum vibrates the air
the feminine portion knitting by the fire
on a rug in the next room

he eyes her through the sliver in the doorway
her tinkling song alights where ears would be
and he slithers through the crack

to grab hold of her - to wrap his tendrils around hers
press their seams back into one
never to be torn apart again

your lashes close over the sweet, sweet blue
like the first time we met
i can't help but shudder

the reuniting of a soul sends such heat through ones body
i couldn't break the spell now
it's out of my control - the way it's supposed to be.