APPARENTLY

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