Mona Lisa

Echoes of my soft voice that get trapped in your ears. I want your senses to carry our experience together through time.
You seek things you can’t name. You seek something so real that it has to be artificially created. You suspect you know my type, but the closer you come the more surprises you find. To list my interests would subsume all that exists. I want to meet you with my mind and speak to you with my body. I am not like anyone you have ever met and yet I am somehow familiar.
I want us to be kind to each other. To value each other. To have come to an easy understanding and respect.