speaking of molecular biology and reincarnation
with an intelligent and lovely scientist, there
is another life after this one she insists, dances
another one stoned and impossibly beautiful
slender waist, pushing bosom, shoulders round
features aquiline and fine, skin like cream.
if a scientist believes not in the the chemistry of existence
but in the holy spirit, reincarnation and destiny
what is left for the hewer of words or the drawer of sentiment
to believe in but the stoned and impossibly beautiful?
and so we shall believe and live to see another sunrise
and forget time and tomorrows and remember that these days
and nights are ours and ungone belong to us, our small sliver
of the universe to see and to live as we once kissed.