That feeling when someone touches your soul from 500 miles away
When their voice sounds like sunlight & gold on a rainy day
When a photo of their secret tattoos & rough hands appear in your face
When plays of rhythm & soul takes up every empty space
After the first eye contact in a public sphere
During the dancing of the lips
The motion of the feet & hands & sweat forming in her hair
The first hug felt like the longest but shortest trip
That was the moment when my poems couldn't quite do him justice anymore
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