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And so I do, only to retrace your face time again, with my touch, with my mind...

Submitted:Mar 13, 2007    Reads: 96    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I walk across the rugged and yet smooth jaw line, that becomes a trail in the desert,

Smooth, yet under my feet your hair gently touches me, and I giggle at the mere touch,

Dare I to compare your straight nose to a bridge that brings me that much closer to your eyes,

Thick, and elegant eyebrows that protect and deceive the beauty of your eyes, I trace it too,

And then the twin pools of deep, deep ice, cold, but yet it holds so much warmth.

I fall into them, and smile, to remember that I must swim the currents,

And so I do, only to retrace your face time again, with my touch, with my mind,

Yet, I cannot without seeing the other, the face of a sister, a sister that shares your eyes,

Your smile,

Your lips.

Your so different, yet I see the similarities and realize that I cannot love you in only one way,

Not brokenly, fragmentally...

Only completely, and fully,

So I must travel the face of your twin, a different terrain that is so foreign to me, yet so familiar,

I trace and be glad.

The faces are one and the same yet different,

Turn towards me and let me see,

Male and female, I understand,

I trace, trace, the face of smooth skin, of smooth, yet rough jaw line, the fine eyebrows, and the deep, deep, ice, cold,

With twins of twins,

I trace.


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