There's a pull
So strong it's almost a push

And no..
I don't know where to
But I feel it in the air.

It's almost like I can feel wisps of hair
Tickle my face with the breeze.
A smell lightly floats on wind
And yet I've never smelled it.

Who are you?
And why do I need to touch you?

Grasp softly, handfuls of hair and let my wrists rest gently on your neck as I get closer to your lips.

As I
Stare
And want.

As I close my eyes and lean in
And all I'm holding disappears
Blowing away in the wind

Because you either are a past live's memory
Or you are a fuzzy,
Familiar,
Psychic dream.