Love Reincarnate

Love Reincarnate.

How many lives ago did I know you,

You who seem to be the essence of myself?

Did we mate in some Jurassic jungle,

Clumsy in our contorted couplings?

Did we love in the shadows of a cold cave,

With beasts howling outside?

Did we grapple with our passions under Syrian stars

Whilst Egyptian invaders prepared to spear us?

Or were you some Turkish potentate,

And I your favourite concubine?

Coming nearer to our own times,

Did you sport in medieval inn, with me,

Your serving wench, who served your board and bed?

And why, in this present incarnation,

Have we been born out of step,

So that you had loved and married

Ere I was born,

And our brief bliss, the timeless moment of our loving,

Became the source of pain and bitter strife,

And had to end?

Will we meet again?

Will we fuse and burn together in the universe,

With cosmic brilliance?

Or are our paths, like comets seldom seen, about to part?

Last week I heard of your death,

And a part of me died too.