APPARENTLY
apparently
I have atoms
from
different
stars
my whole body
composed from
different galaxies
and your body too
those its configuration
nicer, sweeter
than mine
(though in truth
I could not be more
positively prejudiced
in holding
to this perception)
and atoms we have
I have you have
that with mathematical certainty
though we never
so much
as touched
(let alone
made love) came
from
belonged
to
the other
which atom
of yours I would
love to
find
truly love to find
try to figure out its role
in the
love that
I feel
love
in this poem