With my eyes on the back of my head

I see, I feel, I withdraw even as I

I succumb & give in.

 

You, with your eyes in my back,

throw a hook and seize, and then

your gaze you drop.

I seek the difference,

of your unique soul,

distinct from other souls

I’ve given to- cast pieces of me,

in parks and parking lots,

in homes and tall, glass offices.

In trees bent with age,

in veinless paths.

 

And you, yet unfamiliar, follow me,

up ahead, as much as far behind.

 

One day I awoke and I knew;

soi upon soi- the Lady Boy-

worn yet soft glances upon my soul,

sunshine scattered,

fish sauce, fried chicken, wun-sen,

pork skewers, sugar-grazed pineapples.

shapely greens smoking in woks.

In medleys of spices unknown,

yet somehow familiar, no longer foreign.

Art Box, Margarita Storm, Holly Bakery.

Robinson, Terminal 21, Em Quartier,

symphonically blend even as,

Ariana Grande, Katy Perry on my radio,

Croons Taylor Swift with

Shawn Mendes & Bruno Mars.

in my car I singalong.

 

You let me bring my past,

prance into my future.

as the present rhapsody

hums into your asphalt,

turning to dust, turning to rain,

glowing with your sunny soul,

one being we fuse:

I become you, and you- me.

you show me your soul,

with no secrets, nothing to hide

We’re the same.

©️kamalininatesan Jan21