To Smell Water

I can say my love for you is to smell water

to smell water in the Clackamas woods

In Crown Heights Brooklyn I first smelled
the scent of your mineral presence

left solitary beside bricks
with the taste of your lips
burned to infolds of genetic material
recalled recurring refolded

Formed a dominion
a landscape of eras
fires burning on far distant planets

To go away for a trillion years
a natural headlong cosmic journey
but the division of atoms happens again
probability says
we will kiss
in some form or some manner
as time is long enough

and it is

It won’t be the last breath we say “again”

“I’ve felt this somewhere before”

So I smell you in water, the water of stale houses
or the rusted pipes of Andean fountains
corroded by the good honest rocks up high


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