Déjà vu

How can you have butterflies in the belly for someone you barely know?

The kind that takes you by surprise yet feels so needed

How can you gnarl and purr in comfort just because of their presence?

The mind takes a trip to cloud nine and produces oxytocins to savor the moments

How can her smille play on repeat on my mind like a hypnotizing broken record?

Her inevitable whereabouts is inside my head, she lives there rent free

Have I seen you before in another life or a parallel universe?

Because the touch of your palms gives me de ja vu

The writings on the wall are clearer than potent hieroglyphics

Her words are stupefying and entrancing

Her arms are snug and solace wrapped with goosebumps

Its embellished in positive intensity like tension to a clandestine sindicate

Bending this once frigid heart to her will...