not just water or air
could fill my body
with the gentle force
that the tides do, and
so it is with you--

not just your kiss,
your smile,
the cold of your
hands on me

just out of reach,
the same power that
brings sea to shore
is behind us, or
around us

there's vulnerability
in the way i even
think your name.

You are me in another body,
The same soul split in two,
A double dose of insanity,
From all things we share and do,
Both full of poise and profanity,

A Recluse and a Star,
We are both bright and dim,
Born of Love and War,
We are pushed to Sanity's rim,
Both so near yet so far,

You are the emmisary of Hope,
As I am the envoy of Despair,
You are the kind Antelope,
As I am a terrifying Bear,
Together we gently Develop,

To be relentless and cruel,
Yet just, kind and fair,
To be Iron Handed on our Rule,
Yet Gentle like a Mother's Care,
To both be the King and the Fool,

For you are my twin,
My other side of the cosmos,
My hollowed soul piece within,
My piece of Olympus in Erebos,
For we exist in each other's skin.

a life I once lived. she was my righteous, my sin. filled my soul with ecstasy. ecstasy of peace. I shot her into my veins, seen a pyramid piece. a life long before, with a king and a queen, somehow I was under the impression that was her and that was me. than it pierced thru my lungs straight for my soul, just than I seen the entire universe unfold. without our love, the 8 won’t go. I cried and told you how I felt deep down. you told me the same and the 8 spun around. it flowed with us and thats how I knew you were mines. I was yours since the beginning of time, it wasn’t an hallucination ,it was my third eye, an astral projection, the truth never lies. I know it was real since I felt you behind my eyes. from my head to my toes. from my heart to my soul.

Uncle Christmas
was mucking out
happily mucking in
and wondering
what might have been
had his twin not been sneakier
and the first to emerge
to claim the Father moniker.

Uncle found to his surprise
he was quite content to be
the deputy
and not have the pressure
at the top of the Christmas hierarchy.

Rather he was happier
working with the reindeer,
being grubbier, a little smellier,
leaving his brother
to bear the mantle that was heavier.
However at each and every Christmas dinner
when the family all got together 
Uncle still insisted with a jocular grin
that compared to his twin
he was far better looking
and definitely
relatively
slim.

You share my blood, yet for so long
We never quite saw eye to eye.
You still grasped my hand and held it.
You never let go.
A twin, I suppose, is what you are.
A mirror image of me, a dream-self.
In a richer life. One full of lustrous adventures.
Marching down a cobblestone street;
Sipping sweet secrets in a foreign land;
Fighting the enemy, calling out in triumph.
Perhaps you are a lesson, maybe a vision.
One that beckons me to go further.
Calls to keep growing. Becoming.
For four fervent years
We have shared our hearts, every fiber of our soul
Has bled into each others veins.
And when the day comes, please know.

You walk in beauty
as I walk in beauty
gliding ever towards each other
gliding always apart
   It is a dance
and it is a race towards land's end
a cliff dive into the ocean between us
with no diving bell
no breathing apparatus
in a no man's land
where no needs are met
and no vows exchanged

   I am walking
and I am imagining that you are walking
like an unspoiled promise
that may never be
delivered