Bliss
is when you talk to somebody
and you get it right
the moment the first words were uttered.
Bliss
is like walking on words
like petals as soft as the roses.
Bliss
is like looking at the mirror
and seeing a face
entirely different from yours
but speaking the same language
treading with the coolness
of a thawing spring,
that gushes,
strong
with a force of a hundred waves
pouring from the deep recesses of the ocean.