STRANGER

I am the

Tango in your head

As you wake up,

The clutter that you want

To fix

I am the

Letter that was

Never sent.

The guitar solo

That cries at night.

I am the

The gift that you’ve

Longed to receive.

The heavy breathing

In your ears.

The sunrise that you

Long to see at last

The coat that you

Keep staring at

I am the stroke of midnight

That stares back.

The unfamiliar book.

I am the drinking binge

You had all night

The grace note

That made you cry.

I am the

Blank page

You want to fill.

The steam that

Caresses your back.

I am the

Art piece

You can’t decipher.

The silken robe

On your lover’s bed.

The wall that you

Want to vandalize.

The milk that

Spilled on your table.

The shirt that looks

Gorgeous on you.

I am the

Color you never

Knew existed.

The things that

You’ve stolen.

The taste in your mouth

That you crave for.

I am the

First drop of rain

On the palm

Of your hands.

The amulet you bought

At Marrakech.

The stifling heat

That melts you.

The glass of water

That quenches you.

I am the vine crawling

Up your window.

The broken string

On your violin.

The scent on her skin.

The medicine you

Have to take.

The condition that you

Have to make.

I am the blinding light

From that passing car.

The wind that kissed

Your cheek.

The crowd that cheers

To your songs.

I am the lies you said.

The breakfast you

Missed.

The business card

You lost.

The open window

Where you saw

Her naked.

The blanket that

You stained.

The flight you took

On feverish impulse.

I am the

First cigarette

You ever lit.

The photograph that you

Hide from your mother.

I am the

Lust that you

Keep from your friends.

The hangover that

You want to end.

I am your Stranger.

I am with you…

I am your Stranger.

I am in you.

12:35AM

17 Dec 2007

Nova

Y.V.A.