NATURE Poem: Nice to Nietzsche, by Rojahne Azwoir

It’s in our gaze that I’ve
Sat wondering just how many lives
We spent exchanging clever quips
Until our wavelengths coalesced.
On each side of my pouty lips,
His thumb and fingers rest.

This pressed reminder shoves
The magnitude of being loved
By him right through my dimpled cheek
Where down my throat its weight steamrolls
The rough potholes past timelines wreaked
And stamps fate on my soul.

The evidence we’ve met
Is in the way our bodies sweat
Then settle seamlessly–gawking at
The primal pull between our cores.
We wrestle with the feeling that
We’ve both been here before.

So lay perfectly still,
And nestled cozily we will
Investigate by tracing thighs
And chests and breathing in our scents,
Finding clues within each other’s eyes
Of different lifetimes spent

Eternally returning to
Iterations of me and you–
With brand-new names and social groups–
That fall in love now, just like we did then,
All while our infinity loops
Again…again…again…