The Last Time We Touched

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days. — Hafiz

 

How could I have told you

the first time we met,

that you,

had preceded you.

Your smile

seen through wavy hair

your eyes

through tender heart—

Had reached me—

before we ever touched.

Your question brought us closer.

My feebleness,

dampened heart.

Then in the sign

of three times seven—

you, physically reappeared.

How could I have told you,

the first time we met,

that our souls,

had already kissed?