Conjoined Twins

Our synchronicity and joined bodies
preclude eye contact. My arms, your arms,
identical, enfolded, follow our undulations,
our contours. Our shared ear-jewels suffice
as adornments. Our threaded eyebrows arch
our lives, signal stirred independence. Why
would we ever deny our knowledge of each other,
or our need for singular regard. Sister, I love you
most when you turn away from me. Then, I sense
your independence urges me to freedom, within
soft constraints offered by your sustained embrace.
Maybe we will press our lips on strangers' mouths,
whilst clutching each other's entwined fingertips.