Poem: Siblings and Lovers

When she says we should
have been siblings, what
she really means, is that
you and she are very similar.

That in your respective
heads, you already knew
the other. Or that you
probably swallowed the
same moon while eating
mounds of curd rice on
your childhood terraces.

That lovers like siblings
squabble, and curl up to
sleep. And siblings like
lovers, breathe gently.

There is no incest in it
really. She only means
that in some ways you
are of the same womb
or the same bark of tree.