You will learn my rhythm and lean in when I talk- The smell of me like petrichor perfume will linger on your shirt. Feel of my lips like satin ties of the ballerinas shoes will wind around your mind and tie across the gooseflesh on your arms. You will know I have come before my hand lifts to knock, and your heart will quicken- echo percussion against the chambers. You will remember the last wet place we walked with one umbrella. And when it rains you will fill buckets with longing to fit our slick bodies underneath its black shelter again. You will knot your tie and straighten your collar and your body will stiffen because it remembers. You will have a track mark like the silver needle bullet chasing through your veins- that recalls us. Like tongue recalls salt, like wound recalls harm- like child recalls before being born- like the prayer remembers before being sung. like the rock will recall that the ocean was there and the cell will recall being painlessly split and you will remember with such vivid lust and you will love in a timeless loop. And I will love you over and under. We will love till we're small again, Love as time resets again And then do it all once more, Again.
I think of this as the story of lovers being reincarnated again and again and getting to fall in love all over each life. Thank you for sharing in my work.