He’s like the lyrics to a jazz song I didn’t know I knew
Flowing through my ears just to reach a deep depth in my soul that I didn’t know existed
His hands are butter to my warm skin; melting and dissolving
Bubbling and sizzling
Popping and spreading
Reaching every dimension leaving a print behind
Tattoo marks from all the touches, all the kisses, all the air he breathes on me
It soils me to the point where there are trails of stains left behind
I want him around
All the time
Every time
Every day
It feels like we’ve been around each other already
In another time in New Orleans
We locked eyes and did not speak
We walked up to each other and began to Waltz the night away
White ball gowns and tuxedos, pearls and cufflinks, an open hand and a receiving embrace that bonded us for an eternity
We were married once in the 70s
Three kids ran around in the front yard while you fixed cars and the faint smell of my pies crept out the window
A cool breeze blows the Delphonics in the house just as you grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek
We exhaled at the satisfaction of love bringing up together again
A sigh of relief
A sigh of peace
A sigh of love
I haven’t seen him since then
Once I recognized who he was, I never wanted to let him go
He is the reflection of me
A mirror to my spirit self
A call on my life that I want to answer for an eternity
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