Trace

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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