How much deep inside me,

there’s this yearning desire to

interact with a soul

and read it like a library.

So warmly wrapped up

in the blanket of some in-depth knowledge

and agedly fermented wisdom

Like taking on a boat ride,

on a lazy breezy warm sunny day,

the boat rudder gently pudding our path

along smooth lake water

and your riveting life’s stories rolling

out of your silk-like white summer blouse

Pearl-like wisdom slowly

gliding off the sleeve of your tongue

like morning dew sliding off the edge of lotus petals

landed perfectly in the center of my heart

The well-preserved sweet honey nectars of your soul

suited my taste bud perfectly

tickling my fancy and

hit the spot.