Meeting Strangers

To see you there then,
with a sigh that
I bow at your feet,
kissing the land you
walk upon.
Being jealous of them
that they get to caress
your flesh, they
get to feel the softness
of your skin.
To see you then,
with the calmness of
silence in your eyes,
moving as if
a whisper has captured
your ears in their stillness '
as if the air
is blown between
your flesh and clothes.
And there in the instance
of time I stumble,
I fall, I bleed
that pain is my lover.
Pain, only then,
when you are absent
from my hands, from
my eyes, from
my presence.
To see you there then
in the streets, walking,
pondering, wandering
the space of
the day.
That I am in a
distance, in a
distance, I am a
stranger looking
at a familiar
face, at a familiar
sight.
In a distance
my hands reach out
its fingers to caress
your cheeks, feeling the
tenderness
of your flesh, lost
sometime ago; feeling
your palm on the
back of my hand.
And I smile
at beauty before my eyes,
I smile, that
a full circle has reached
its destination.
It has reached its
destination as if we, who
have been separated,
we who have parted
by circumstance, were
meant to meet again.
And to see you
there then on the streets
where strangers meet,
where lovers
steals a kiss out
of the silence in their
eyes, with the
permission of their desires;
to see you there then
with myself
in your beauty.

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