The thing itself is odd
this nibbled touching
Contiguous thresholds
for the souls to pass
from porch to porch
Each a pod
snugly shut
wishes to open then divide
and so beget a sibling
To match as mittens do
identical and different
Master and mistress each
Then I will be you and bee you
In membranes locked
a peach and peach
would sip each other
Why this shock?
Ignition makes of parallels a peak
of straights a sphere
Heads together here
two rocks
the same space-pocket fills
Impossible such occupation
yet your face is mine
I stand behind your eyes
But then apart (a part) again
like boxers in ballet
The silken gloves
have barely grazed
The flick
of the immediate vanishes
Coincidence is quick
Before it tarnishes
O realize the truth of Two
the I the also You