you, I feel when I touch
everyone that crosses my way on the streets.
your eyes I meet in the faces filling
the sidewalks in stares that recognize
me from somewhere they don't understand.
your hair covers every man's heads,
every woman's backs to make me want to touch them,
to feel you.
you're in the black guy on the corner,
you're in the young lady by my side.
I sense you in the old couple's embrace,
in the impatient driver on the road,
on the sleepy passenger in the bus.
you're in everyone's lips, everyone's shadows,
on every turning head, blinking eyes.
it's your voice I hear on the small talk at the bars,
it's your sigh I perceive beyond the neighbor's closed doors.
you're under my nails, you're in my saliva,
my steps during the days,my hard breathing late at night.