My nurse, my sister
The scars may not heal
Externally;
But as I scratched my skin,
Within I felt stir something.
My cosmic twin,
As we gazed into each other's eyes
Mine blue, piercing;
Yours brown, soulful,
No word was spoken.
Unannounced, a kindred spirit,
You scratched mosquito bites
By bleached houses, and
As the relentless sun reflected
On market trinkets,
It was the best of all times;
Before the motorcycle roared
And machismo dissolved
Our sacred unity
Into a more uncertain
Togetherness,
While downstairs they slept,
Unawares.