The déjà-vu I see in you
In your gestures
are my sensations
of déjà vu.
In your eyes
are the traces
of the drugs
that I took.
In your eardrums
are the sounds
of the guitars
that I untuned.
In your thighs
are the faces
of the women
that I've kissed.
In your heels
are the crowds
of men with whom
I fought.
Everything is different in you.