A Deja Vu, , , , , , . Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is my soul
that senses your
soul



smoke of incense
scent of wet earth
sonorous sound of
little rain
falling on the
treetops of the
forest

my lips do not want
to say
i love you
i am in the wrong place
and you
are the wrong person
i look at myself in the
mirror
my naked body is
a stranger
i speak its name out
of convenience but
i never know myself
completely

the length of light-years
have made me forget
but there is this palpitations
of feelings
that make me remember
love

it is not your body
it is you in that body
it my soul that senses
your soul
about a previous passion
that we still
to date
cannot yet remember

i am like river to your rocks
rain to your earth
mist to your lips
moon to your darkness