Between the Lines

In an otherwise uneventuful morning, between the roles we locked eyes, bantering without mincing words, allowing futures, names, and rebuttals to stem from our hearts unmuffled, and mingle. A fearless gig between the staves ensued, bringing us to melt in a timeless embrace of playful reminders of our unmistakeable, unshakeable, and unutterable bond. In a twine of echoes and mirrors, between the statements you probed, between the silences I listened, between the changes you questioned, between the questions I changed. Between encounters we found ourselves speaking our undecipherable Angelic language, between the sentences we read our souls so smoothly. Between the grooves I think, between the rules you feel, between the lines we just ARE.