Me in You

Do you see me in you?
What makes it possible?
Impossible?

The cut of my jib?
The make of my car?
The tone of my address?
A skin harder to shed?

If I saw myself in you,
Could you see yourself in me?

Could we meet in the dark?
Touch hands in comfort?
Confront monsters
With shared humanity?

They might consume us,
Mingle our flesh,
Red and torn,
In the acid of their hunger.

In the belly of our destroyer,
Would we, shorn of difference,
At last know ourselves?
Each other?


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