Mental Magnetism

I'm somehow quite sure that somewhere, on the way be it a turpentine, brilliant lit day or misty and fog eaten sky breath induced that we've met without words, without glances or nods but with my sleeve barely quick brushing by yours You transferred to me a barrel of emotions some light like popped bubbles some wearing molten lead shoes sunk with black river troubles carried in even the sleeves of your coat And I, in my haste, responded in kind and ran jumper cable straps from my prickly mind Overcharged something, in some kind of thoughts and bolted your skin off the moving sidewalk Somehow, I still think we are connected some way it's wrapped like a gift in the words you convey and I'm eating velvet from the weave of your coat weeping your tears from the things that you wrote I'm somehow quite sure that somewhere we'll meet eyes to still eyes lacking motion complete In visions worth murmuring while we're asleep we'll sing with one voice fully captured.