If you saw me I might be upside down, Different spectra of vibrations Pulsing from my goosebumped knees. I imagine if I sweep my arms back and forth Across the benthic stretches of our skies I may feel your structure In the crease of my thumb.
I reach my hand out to touch you. Your elbow is somewhere in space, Bent a certain posture. It's possibly inverted, But it could be rigid and reaching for my hair. I think your forehead may point toward my collarbone, Protruding like deer antlers. In your universe my collarbone looks different, Objects that will never be metaphoric molds for my words, But exist in every third line of your poetry You may or may not write.
In-between our possible distance There are millions of bodies, Or just a few. Neither of these options we can see Or touch. We will never know how close our blinks are. Yet I can feel my breath rush down my chin, Knowing if we ever found each other Your exhale would twist into mine.
Playing with the idea of a multiverse. Title subject to change.