Burning

It seems like I’ve seen your face before for a thousand times.

It seems like you’ve kissed my lips a thousand times more and that sometimes you’d tell me about the moon and why it stood so high in the sky.

I’d burn a thousand times more just to feel the touch of your lips on mine.

It seems like we’ve met more than once.

That I’ve touched you more than once.

I dream I’m making love to you and touching your face and caressing your hair.

I’m now left missing you.

Missing every inch of your face.

I’m missing every single day now that I’m here with or without you.

And I am still burning.

For you.

As I always say, and I’ll be saying it to you every time,

I feel like I’ve known you some place.

But I don’t know where…..