I remember experiencing a piece of your soul at the age of sixteen, gazing into a fresh rain puddle right after the calm of the storm,

you came to me that summer, in the form of a peaceful memory,

mysterious being,

beautiful stranger,

comforting soul,

and you spoke to me in a casual manner,

the way pairs of people would engage in train conversations,

you moved me,

maybe it was the way you told me how you liked cigarettes with your coffee, and how you smiled at me with those cute little dimples, (laughs)

although I can't stand cigarettes, I tolerated your addictions and traded in second hand air, for a moment of zen with you, I remember slowly fingering the smooth edge of your coffee cup,

as you ashed out your cigarette laughing, asking why I was doing so, I replied with the fascination of my eyes, rounding my finger around the edge of your white ceramic cup, just to see if I could make the brown liquid inside

swirl around like the abstractions of your soul, undetermined by simple labels, no, I believe you were more than that,

and then you stopped me, knowing my intentions as you gently placed your hand atop of mine, skin resting upon skin, feeling like the way beautiful hummingbirds lingered near flowers,

I felt your presence, not just physically, but from the genuine warmth of your aura, you told me things, confessing your deepest desires without uttering a sound,

your love for funky lamps, gehry's aesthetic, turkish golds, plath's poetry, photography, labret piercings, belle epoque montmartre, underground hip hop, punk rock, romantic art, literature, music, sensuality, vodka martinis, badu, wong kar wai, kurosawa, food network, goedde,

and you whispered through your eyes how you believed in fallen angels, the way you dictated your own life through the code of children's books, you even gave me the best advice ever, quoting Doyle, telling me to "Look closer. Enjoy more."

I always did after that,

I remember you reciting one of your secret confessions to me, spilling the depths of your intricacy into the passageway of my heart, it became my instant favorite poem of all time,

without you ever knowing it, you gave me one of the most beautiful days of my entire existence thus far, and yet four years later, I can only recall our time spent together, through the surreal scenes, of my motion pictured dreams...