How do I know you – rather, how have I not known you
We share breaths of jasmine, and I’m certain these atoms
were once yours as mine
If we kiss, is it the kiss between sexes?
Or do I, divine brother, kiss myself?
Does the sex of my thigh excite you so
being my atoms?
Do your particles recall the pleasure of my now absent
I smell your perfume, that divine jasmine –
recalling my smell that was once yours
The blades of grass glide in subtle agreement
remembering our bodies
Pressed lips – the atoms mix and entwine
Your breath again mine
Is this not love? Or communion?
I feel my brother interposed between my mind
There shall I dwel – safe inside
your beautiful flowers of jasmine