Oblivion | A Poem by Brynia Riley

I want soul intimacy,
I need to taste your thought process,
your intellect I must undress,
your vibrations I will caress,
our connection I'm obliged to repossess,
this is something I can no longer dictate,
trying to procrastinate,
only the more I gravitate,
is this what you call fate?
an indescribable sensation,
an inevitable attraction,
together unraveling conspiracies,
a therapeutic irony,
your words captivate me,
causing my heart to perform a symphony,
a natural affinity,
fulfilling my crave of consistency,
do I call this an eternal epiphany?
nature creating a mere serendipity.