A Question for Reincarnation

When I was a man

I didn't know how it would be 

to live as a woman,

the mind inside her body

a foreign country, different skin

and mounds as round as hills

and milk, how it felt to give birth

from the womb of a woman,

to be filled with the flesh of a man

and how she comes, elusive as bones

inside her thrilling skin.

I didn't remember my previous names

as a woman

or how, as a man, I called to her

and held the gentle hands

that pulled me into her arms.

How many times have I left her

to want her again?