I saw you like a face in a passing car.
Like someone picking out a familiar
voice in dark room of strangers.
I saw you like an intimate touch
stirring memories in my pores,
like a smell that grabs and throws
you down a forgotten alleyway,
or an unspoken language that seeps,
like water, through parched lips.
I saw you like a random reflection
of myself, like the residue
of an unborn photograph.
I see you now with closed eyes,
and it's as though each part of my body
becomes a hundred eyes
soaking in your being.
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