I close my eyes;
Inhale the night.

What did you think,
The first time you saw me?
I thought,
Your lips looked so
Soft.
So familiar.

I thought,
I must have seen these lips before.
Maybe I have seen them.
Maybe they were meant for me.

The taste of your soul on my tongue.
A flavor.
So familiar.
Maybe I have tasted it before.
Maybe it was meant for me.

I open my eyes.
Exhale the night.

Etta by Will Prince | As seen at Boxpark Shoreditch