In The Room Where We Accidentally Meet

it is no surprise
on a white color you pass by and
stop
where i in black
takes an ample glance at you
and i too
stop
to savor our presences
and i steal a gaze at you
in the same manner
that you do

i do not know your name
or from where you come from and where
you are going
neither do you
know me
but our eyes are too gentle for each other
like kittens
too kind for each others fur
licking
each paw and body

deja vu
perhaps, in our first lives we were lovers
why do we have an unknown language?
we desire each other
now
we sit on the chair beside a table
our hands grapple
for warmth

we understand
we know what to do
we know where to go

we know we do not last
forever
and perhaps
in another time frame
in another world

we shall be
together forever again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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