old poetry
november, 2009
i could feel your presence as
a thread running parallel to mine
a separate dialogue in the same story
and when we met, i heard
the echo of fate at work,
a shock of future recognition
and somehow knew you would be my lover
even in the selfconscious
sideways flicker of eyes held for the first time
your fingerprints
were already inside me
i knew
exactly
how to kiss you.
all our words
a lovely prelude
to your mouth against mine
