
they found each other
like two desperate magnets,
hungrily becoming one,
but not knowing who they are,
and becoming none.
They shared their hair,
had a common hand,
and went together to
work and play. They
loved each other, or
was it themselves?
But they were saved,
(somewhat) by a free
hand that
reached out
independently, and
felt
the freshness
of a
lonesome breeze.