i smell the haiku on your skin ...lines written in october colors smile on the tip of your tongue when it enters my mouth. i am awaiting you in the dark. we shed tears knowing our reunion is no more than an interlude to our 700 mile solitude in love. and still ...i find time in fleeting seconds to kiss the hours between your thighs and I find the days slowing down when your months became erect and still ...our future years became known when I came ...inside of your century, complete with old soul and an afrikan woman's legacy reborn. my life was not ready for you. i'm sorry that i've had to tidy up my space while you occupy it but see i didn't know you were coming (a call or an email or a message in a bottle would have been divine) but now, you reside in the melanin trapped in my spine and I ...walk upright and towering with the elevation your levitating love has placed at my feet. we seem to be one. thinking in singularity, **** moon, you made me surrender my identity to mimic something celestial just so i could be one light year closer to you. you made me collapse into a black star ...and reconstruct myself into a supernova just so i could be a sun ...for you and you only. but now we are back on earth. and as october's chocolate shades turn into december's quiet vanilla fall, wishing for our lips and poetics to mesh when the clock strikes 2003, we see ourselves only through the eyes of the other ...i no longer see the depths of me... without diving into you. peace.