By Florence Susanne
We’re not in love,
But I feel as though we have been once before.
I don’t believe in fate, but could it be that we fell for each other in another life.
We could have held hands and watched as the Western Roman Empire fell.
My fingers possibly traced the veins on your arms while we lay in bed, unaware of the tragedy that would have fallen upon Pompeii.
I can remember how they look now, even as my eyes are closed.
Flowing under your skin almost in a wavy parallel, not unlike the Tigris and Euphrates rivers.
Maybe we lived in ancient Mesopotamia.
You’re soft, and I know you’re new, but your breath tastes familiar.
As if I’ve had it in my mouth before.
Almost like our tongues are old friends, finally reuniting under the same roof.
My fingers burrowing into your hair, diving into the silky chestnut pools that almost made me remember a time where we decided to row down the Mississippi. You’re new to me but you remind me of a song I heard once in between the static that buzzes between radio stations.
A song that brought back a feeling of us dancing in our dusty living room.
And no, I do not love you…yet.
But I feel like I have before.
Let’s re-make history.
Florence Susanne, aged 22, mother of two beautiful boys! Located in the Lehigh valley area and my book Love, Lust, and Misery is available for purchase!
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