He reminds me of someone
Someone that I knew once, or met once
Or saw in the murky recesses of a dream
It's not the shape of his face or the
Shine or color of his eyes, or the
Timbre of his voice, but the
Feel of him when he is near me
The way the edges of him seem to
Fit so perfectly with mine
Possibly he reminds me not of
Someone I have met in the past
Or seen in a film
Or read about in a book
Or heard about in a song.
No, he may remind more of someone
I have imagined, not the look of him
Or the feel of him when he is nearby,
But rather
The idea of him, and the way I feel
When I am with him.
Let me explain.
He reminds me of a place where
I once walked, on a calm afternoon,
A humid, flat island, at the edge of an
Archipelago of sorts, and
There was a walled garden there.
Through a gate in the wall, I could see
Dark green leaves hanging heavily from low
Branches inside, and strange flowers of
Deep, jewel-like colors, petals dropping
Into a small pool the shape of
Cupped hands.
The garden was empty, yet it
Seemed to beckon for me to come inside.
When I am near him, I am reminded of
That place, that garden, that tree-lined pool,
Those soft breezes from the sea a few blocks away,
And I feel a strong sensation that we should,
We will
Go there together.
We will sit on the edge of the quiet, shaded pool,
Dangling our feet in the cooling water, so our
Calves and thighs touch,
And we will drink icy glasses of liquor
Laced profusely with tart lime and crisp mint leaves,
And sugar cane stalks,
Until our minds grow a bit fuzzy,
And we will kiss under the canopy of those
Heavily leaved and blossomed branches,
There by the sea, in that archipelago,
Where I once peeked through a gate,
And had a feeling that I did not recognize,
A feeling I now know is
That he is so familiar because
We were meant to meet.
Someone that I knew once, or met once
Or saw in the murky recesses of a dream
It's not the shape of his face or the
Shine or color of his eyes, or the
Timbre of his voice, but the
Feel of him when he is near me
The way the edges of him seem to
Fit so perfectly with mine
Possibly he reminds me not of
Someone I have met in the past
Or seen in a film
Or read about in a book
Or heard about in a song.
No, he may remind more of someone
I have imagined, not the look of him
Or the feel of him when he is nearby,
But rather
The idea of him, and the way I feel
When I am with him.
Let me explain.
He reminds me of a place where
I once walked, on a calm afternoon,
A humid, flat island, at the edge of an
Archipelago of sorts, and
There was a walled garden there.
Through a gate in the wall, I could see
Dark green leaves hanging heavily from low
Branches inside, and strange flowers of
Deep, jewel-like colors, petals dropping
Into a small pool the shape of
Cupped hands.
The garden was empty, yet it
Seemed to beckon for me to come inside.
When I am near him, I am reminded of
That place, that garden, that tree-lined pool,
Those soft breezes from the sea a few blocks away,
And I feel a strong sensation that we should,
We will
Go there together.
We will sit on the edge of the quiet, shaded pool,
Dangling our feet in the cooling water, so our
Calves and thighs touch,
And we will drink icy glasses of liquor
Laced profusely with tart lime and crisp mint leaves,
And sugar cane stalks,
Until our minds grow a bit fuzzy,
And we will kiss under the canopy of those
Heavily leaved and blossomed branches,
There by the sea, in that archipelago,
Where I once peeked through a gate,
And had a feeling that I did not recognize,
A feeling I now know is
That he is so familiar because
We were meant to meet.
