We feel one thing
and say another,
not to deceive but
to protect ourselves
and keep raw feelings
from exposure
We are four people
you and I.
The inner and the outer
self juggle for place
like jealous twins.
One thrusts, one parries.
Once, timeless
and innocent
we looked and spoke
as two, you and I,
like loving cubs.
One roll, one curl
It’s not impossible
to focus once again on
what we know to be
within and reachable.
Let’s bind our two as
one and indivisible.