Our thing...

Like A lifetime ago, somewhere in a moment
waiting to be found and plucked from a strand
of imperfection ,his aura was an unknown shade
of purple that allowed my fingers to draw his
form in the shape of a spear, and I could feel
him piercing my flesh,as I was taking my last
breath, he became my heartbeat found within the
beauty of his masculinity ... calling me like the
flame does the moth..

I was trapped within the wonder of his eyes
looking pass the now to a distant future...
seeing us somewhere in between now and then,
exploring the book of our tapestries smiling
at the bold colors that shape the course of
our past and present selves..

Fingers stroking the edge where hands spread
across our beginning .. courting each stitch
weaving together the makeup of us. Watching
our future selves trace the space where I now
stand waiting to begin our journey. I Heard my
lungs inhale you from there and I scanned the
crowd until eyes connected ....

you were like a misplaces melody outta tune yet
in tune with the waves that flowed beneath my
soul surface.. pulling me back to now as your
hand found mines and I wonder if you too seen
the glimpse of us as vivid and clear as
I did..