By terry
Date: 19 May 2000
Gemini in the House Of the Moon
It may be over for the moment.
It may not be.
Wipe the steam from that mirror.
Look deeply into those unknowable eyes
that pull me deep
without a word.
That faint silver gleam is not from the moisture
nor light
nor age,
It is the ghost of my smile
engraved over yours.
And place your hand under your sweet breast and look close
That small red area beside the nipple?
Is my mark as a gift
Now look again in the mirror
wipe away the steam
That is me you see
An enigma in drops of wetness
If you reach out right now
Our souls might touch
for a brief remembered moment
of words that held you
When you let me through
into my own self
Everyone has a twin.
somewhere.
Look in the mirror.
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