I am my brother's skin,
Yea, and my sister's also.
Kindred spirit
Flesh, bone and gristle to the very soul
Separated by the miles of time, distance and space.
Bury your head
Against my shoulder
Wait until the tidal wave
Comes rippling, roaring,
Crashing down upon us.
Your soul touches mine
Like the hand of God
reaching forth to meet
The original on the Sistine Chapel
Skin upon skin
The temperature rises,
Then dips
Behind the waning sun.
