David Lewis and the concept of bearded men

The concept    
of us in all time  
and in no time  
at the same time  
a bitch-baby concept  
to grasp.  
   
Because the multiverse theory  
says there are  
infinite worlds,  
and we exist   
in some form  
in each  
   
So I assume rather  
arrogantly   
that a version of   
Me  
You  
Us  
wafts through all   
space and time  
in a philosophical  
reduction   
that we call:  
quantitative parsimony  
   
Each thing is a thing.   
   
David Lewis   
gave some dick kicks  
when he dropped  
model realism like  
an AC/DC concert   
in a cloistered nunnery.  
   
Qualitative parsimony.  
   
Each type of thing is   
a type of thing  
   
and there is not a  
guarantee of   
any  
one thing  
   
Just the categories.   
   
Worlds. Yes  
Persons. Yes  
Trees. Cows. Subway cars.  
Yes. Yes. Yes.  
   
But not the oak  
that dropped a limb  
on my shed four years ago.  
   
That oak isn’t guaranteed  
existence in 
all worlds  
or all times    
   
I stretch,  
nipples popping  
though a small  
white tank top  
and find your  
mouth with mine  
and ponder    
the concept of    
a bearded man  
in the concept of    
my body    
   
as your beard  
scruffles the side  
of my neck  
until I wiggle  
and squeak   
trapped in the   
safety of your  
arms around   
my waist  
   
and your   
bead of sweat  
drips  
off my ribs  
   
and my naked leg  
thrown over   
your body  
as you pet my back  
and we lull  
in quiet satiation  
   
lover.. oh….  
 
   
We exist,  
you and I,  
we fucking exist  
in worlds beyond  
number,  
and I feel those  
lives of us  
in my    
warm bones.  
 
I feel you    
in every version  
of me  
 
…  
 
but in   
greater number  
   
we  
don’t.  
   
exist.  
   
at all.  
   
…  
   
In this world,  
and millions like it,  
you pull me over your body  
lower me  
onto you  
and cover  
my beasts with   
your hands and   
I lean back and   
moan   
   
In millions more,   
I sink on your  
face and   
chafe my  
beautiful  
thighs   
on your cheeks  
and revel  
in the   
pleasure-pain  
of us  
   
And even more yet  
where a silent   
scream   
exists  
in worlds   
in which    
we  
   
never are  
never were  
never could be  
   
And I think   
I think how lucky  
we are  
   
to be here  
   
to be here    
   
you doze   
and I watch   
your   
eyelashes  
twitch as   
you dream  
   
and I think  
how lucky   
I am  
   
to be here  
   
with   
you