CONVERSATION

Voices drifting, floating, melding
Some incompatible, others a honeycomb
It rises and throbs like a creature unkempt
demanding, unruly, yet in desire bent..

Eyebrows, twitches, slight curls about the lips,
A glance askance, a protesting pitch, 
Do I intrude, or hover at the seams
A weaver watching the fabric knit its own reams.

They invite yet taunt, rekindle memories that haunt,
'Tis a dance of personas silhouetted against the fire of thought
A step off beat and it whispers a plea,
Please..please...keep conversing with me.