I thought I saw you before I saw you.

I thought I felt the wind grace the back of my neck like
Whispers tempered with speeches waiting to call you by name. 
Those,
thoughts that played against my memory 
Like the river that carries you through and out

The fantasy I built
Only it's real, your real. 
As real as I am.
And although I dreamed things I didn't think were possible, 
You  confirmed each line I memorized 
With a silence that Bumped along your hips like
Stars in the sky and the forest of trees behind your grandmothers house where we made love for the first time. 

Was it a dream?
Was it a stitched together like the
meandering waterfall,
roaring voice too loud to hear the tickling of the stream. 
When I took my shoes off and jumped into that water, naked and full of fear, and you held me close and said with your voice I heard with harmonics resonating,
I'm right here. 
I'm right here.
And I let my body lay against yours,
like I had done it a thousand times, and told you to come to bed. 

I remember remembering. 

Your flesh were like the mountains I visited as a child,
dips and canyons engraved upon my minds eye.

Your heart bumped to the same beat of my aching breast that you held your hand upon

Remember, remember 

Your heavy eyes that lingered much too long for 
My own self hatred to hang around and watch
The love you let echo between our writhing bodies, over and over again

The way you knew what I was saying, without even knowing me,
and I wondered if I was falling,
breaking all the barriers.