Like Pomegranates Grown

How lovely
the eyes that look back
at me across
the table
around the globe.

This voice that tells
me stories
I already know.
When you say them
they are new again.

Would you love me?

Almost I imagine
a world
a time in which that might
be possible.

We are closer now
but the distances
are very broad.

Will you come  to me?
Shall I come to you?

We are paired
like pomegranates grown
on a single tree
feeling each the other
but never able
to come round to the other side.

Will I love you?

I do
as one note loves another
vibrating
in a frequency
natural
sympathetic
complimentary
estranged.