Lover From Another Life Poem by Peter Vector

His lips on mine.
Our bodies entwined.
That coy smile,
That devilishly handsome grin.

Laying in sheets of silk, white
Held tight by whipcord muscle.
Interlocked like a grand constellation,
While a panoply of meaningless stars cover the sky.

I think he was my lover...
One in a past life.
The thought of being held by strong hands
Rough and calloused from war,
Nestled in the innermost depths of his confidence.
It makes me happy.

I don't know how it might have begun
Or how it ended.
I just know in that singular moment
I was his
He was mine
We were... Each others.

And that... That makes me happy.