by Brandon Tomas

Created on: July 03, 2009

Since your face vanished
into the steady stream
of western standard time
and the last touch started
to fade on my skin
i see you
everywhere now

each woman wears your hips' fluidity
instead of your sweet smelling teachings
now streetsigns point out your ways
the empty tables of restaurants
the rich green texture of maple leaves
the space inbetween the spokes
of my bycicle's rolling eyes
the summer city's flaming pavement
a drop of dew on my windowsill
all comes alive as your presence

and while i try to chase these
clues down through my memory banks
i am re minded by this moment that
what draws me draws you too

our faces are but intricate artworks
reflecting the ways of one sun

through the prisms of our bodies
we shine a wide silence origin

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