Seeing myself in the face of the
other—
never unappreciated—
me, my brother’s keeper?
never unappreciated—
me, my brother’s keeper?
Determined not to usurp and smother
you with love—still, here’s looking at you, kid!—
seeing myself in YOUR face, baby;
you with love—still, here’s looking at you, kid!—
seeing myself in YOUR face, baby;
and you know I don’t want to be
a bother,
and I don’t want you to feel obligated
to be my sister or my brother;
and I don’t want you to feel obligated
to be my sister or my brother;
and I sure don’t want to see
you suffer,
because in your eyes I read “Don’t kill me!”—
seeing myself in your
because in your eyes I read “Don’t kill me!”—
seeing myself in your
face, love, and trying to think
of whom I’d rather
be: because you’re the cat’s pajamas,
honey, and, though I love myself, I love you better.
We’ve both managed to travel
furtherbe: because you’re the cat’s pajamas,
honey, and, though I love myself, I love you better.
down love’s road since someone told us we were naked—
seeing us in our own faces, sister!
Can we be one another’s mother?
