2

Do you see the sinuous curve?
Do you see the coquette twirl in me?
Do you see how I reach out both ways?
Look both ways?
But still I look back to one.

And yet, and yet, I hold the
notion of the double in me.
I am perhaps duplicity, but also I am
‘on the other hand’ that reasoned
thought that cautions feeling –
I am those two, two lips that meet
and form one. I am
the coupling of two single souls.
I am the spirit to the I. I eye
the option to the given.