in another life,
many lives from now,
i will move you.
i will shatter the earth
beneath your feet
and you will fall so deeply
the steam will sear your lashes.
you will hope, in dismay,
for a glance
in a crowded room.
the smell of my skin
will stay trapped in your hair,
in your hands
and you will not be able to look away.
I will flood you
until you are choking with grief.
you will hurt for me,
one day,
I know.
but in this life,
it seems it is
my turn.
– sheila c.