Sunday, October 27, 2013

In Me

They are one
living as two,


the other
we are not
sure about,

     there may be more,

     we don't go looking.

Neither completely
body or mind,

they politely
step aside for each

     when it's one's turn to go out,

passing through
     the membrane
that cannot contain

a voluntary location
to repose until a
call to action rings
a quick exchange

     for the proper face.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

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