We Met In The Sundry... Poem by Poetic J

where tensions were high and love undefined.

You remembered and delivered my favorite line
to the rhymes that I created two forevers ago.
You know me, yet I am still getting to know myself.
stealing glimpses of the inklings of me that barely scratch my surface.
your purpose makes me melt.
I've felt centuries and eternities of you on replay
with a mere brush of the air of you wisping past me.
In the past we surely knew each other,
on different levels of different stops to the same building.
It's chilling to know that the smallest vibrational frequency
of me being in tune with your inner glow
is something I once grasped,
and something you have yet to know.
I'll float on the effervescent knowledge of that which is
u n i.
casually anxious.
anxiously non-chalant.
i fake the funk
like a laborer knowing they need to stop to deodorize.
i'll ride the horizon of your not yet
and wade in the spex of your existence until the east meets the west and back again.

stare into my windows while I help you draw
your curtains back and then
you'll know exactly how this thing goes.