to she who is next
She exists. I feel it.
I see you
in my intuitive eye.
I know the hem
of the skirt. I know
it's feel
better than I know
the feel
.
of my own
skin.
.
The breadth of a thousand
evenings worn.
The breadth of a thousand
nights colliding.
.
Rusling the legs
of fortunate passers-by,
bathed in starlight.
.
Kissed by the embrace
of benches, picnic tables,
baptised in droplets
of cider.
.
The hue belongs
only to you.
.
I know this garment,
better then it’s maker.
I know it so well.
.
Almost as well
as the one
who wears it.
.
Your eyes though.
Glassy,
.
with a charm,
a clarity,
a hint
of something else.
.
A mystery
never revealed.
.
Ah but your heart.
I drown in its depth.
.
I swim so deep,
some worry I may never
return. But I know,
.
there is truth
at the very
bottom
.
of it’s crystalline structure,
If it can be found.
.
I could lose myself
In this. But I dive in anyway.
.
I see things
at the most infinite
points.
.
Thoughts deeper
then the deepest ocean.
.
Emotions more nuanced
then a thousand geometric
angles.
.
A dimensional self
So complex no physics
book
.
can speak its truth.
.
an intimacy
served raw.
.
I know you,
yet we have not met.
.
I see you just the same.
I feel you just as well.
.
You are not the one.
You are this one.
Infinitely more important,
.
but just as rare.
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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