Old Souls Poem by Belle Violet

I wonder, were we...
Roman lovers?
With laurel wreathes and
toga covers?
Or maybe, we were
cowboy robbers?
Maybe we were outlawed 'shiners.
I just know that I know you
from somewhere.
This isn't the first go-round
for Kurt
and LB.
We were something before
in some kind of capacity
Maybe we were royalty
Maybe you were
betrothed to me;
maybe we fought,
and maybe you ruled,
and maybe my father
gave me over to you.
I'll bet you were strapping, still.
I bet I still melted with you.
I bet I still kissed you
like I had always loved you.
Maybe we were strangers,
or secrets from others,
Maybe I married you.
Maybe we had sons.
Each just as handsome
and strong
as the next one.
Maybe I worked for you,
with you,
or against you.
Maybe I cracked your shell,
maybe you made me fall,
maybe we were
the other's glue.
and I bet we still looked
just like we do now.
I bet your eyes were that
syrupy blue goo
and I bet I still came
undone
for you.
Needed you.
Baited you.
Waited and stayed with you.
I bet you still strung
my world on a string.
And I bet in whatever lifetime it was,
we had the very best
of everything.
I bet we were a team.
I bet we still undid
the other
at the seams.
I bet you woulda died for me,
Robin Hood.
I bet you were a knight
with cool armor
and a sword.
Or maybe I took care of you.
Maybe we met
in a tent,
you in camo, stained with blood,
a white skirt to my knees.
Maybe I saved you.
Maybe you
saved me.
Maybe we were patriots
and met in a tavern.
Maybe on
the Titanic
and you
spoke German.
Maybe we were neighbors.
Maybe you were my professor,
Dr. Indiana Jones.
Just as sexy in a classroom
as you'd be
scoping out a tomb.
There's something you emit
that draws me back to a moment
that's blurry and distant
but I know that
I miss it.
If a thousand years ago
you ran your fingers through my hair.
or two hundred and twenty
since the last time our flame flared,
we're burning hot as
and been in business
just the same as
Hell's furnace.
Unpredictable
as Mt. Vesuvius.
I think by now
my old soul
can smell yours
a mile away.
I think your eyes spill your secrets
like broken flood gates.
I think I've seen every micro
expression
cross your face
at one point or another,
in all
my foggy visions.
And I breathe in the vapors
of what we
can't remember
and I'm soggy in your arms.
Who knows how many of
my lifetimes
you've charmed.
And still, I melt for you.
And need you.
And bait you.
Wait and stay with you.
Behind closed doors
we could fill a room
with the ghosts from our histories.
I can remember that thoroughly,
the moment
you kiss me.
And I don't know
when I met you,
I just know,
I'm tethered to you.
I know my hand
held yours
in a different time.
I know I'll seek out your heart
in every
lifetime.
I know your heart
will always gravitate
back
to mine.
And I've known that
since the moment
you first kissed me.
This alchemy
between us
has existed
for centuries.