PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, <br /> You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, <br /> as of a dream,) <br /> I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, <br /> All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, <br /> chaste, matured, <br /> You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, <br /> I ate with you, and slept with you--your body has become not yours <br /> only, nor left my body mine only, <br /> You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass--you <br /> take of my beard, breast, hands, in return, <br /> I am not to speak to you--I am to think of you when I sit alone, or <br /> wake at night alone, <br /> I am to wait--I do not doubt I am to meet you again, <br /> I am to see to it that I do not lose you. 10<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-stranger/
