suddenly brushing against you, <br />after years and lifetimes... <br />i realized we are strangers, <br />drawn by an intimate flame. <br />your soul smells like my socks, <br />and yet my voice falls empty... <br />unnamed raindrops, <br />clinging to unspoken grass!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-15/
