I’ve drawn from you
your bits
The fragrant pieces of
your kaleidoscopic soul,
pieces of you that glitter
a hovering aura that
licks the spirit from the mold.
A delicate memoir of
all the pasts you’ve been
and a savor of
what you shall become.
The scent of your emotions
clinging to your hair.
I’ve felt your weight
in my skin, when you
stand beside me
yet, I’ve not met you
we’re passing through
a crowd, or watching for a table;
driving on some highway
on a still, lonely night.
I feel you drawing
some of me through the windows
upward, dispersing as you
inhale your next breath.
