They’ll say I knew you, habibi.

Perhaps in another life
​I could’ve known you better than yourself 
from questioning every inch of you
in gentle sliding murmurs
that left no place untouched, no fold unturned
in the secret splintered nettles of your heart.

Perhaps another universe
would see our atoms finally aligned— 
scattered, doubtless
across the infinite darkness,
but maybe, once in awhile, finding each other
to dance together upon a solar wind.