doppelganger

a little like a mirror
         and with just such wonder!
for how wonderful it is to touch hand to
hand a reflection manifest
         who parrots the perceptions
burrowing into my gut
from so sweetly rendered a vocal chord
as if not a word was ever uttered without
affection, or in a baneful melody
as if not a word was ever meant to be
sharp-sided or burrowing at all
         here you are!
standing sides opposite, senses in sync
          with mine
somehow, over the gaping expanse between
your heart secure in divine permanence
and my mind juggling logos and
pathos with clumsy, waning hope.