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 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,
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Book / Thrillers
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