There are two of you – double vision, double trouble.
Two of you – the body and the soul.
Eros, they say, eros.
Eros is an anagram for Rose. Rose tinted glasses. Rosy cheeks. Rising.
Eros is your skin itching when you hear the word home
Eros is your heart in your ears. Blood on your tongue.
Eros is your soul slamming against your ribs begging to be let out.
Eros, it whispers, eros. Let me go home. Let me be free.
Softly, softly – let it blossom let it grow.
A quickening of the pulse.
A two fanged viper waiting to strike.
Your body is fighting back now.
Body against soul
Patient body restless soul.
Your body hurts you because it loves you.
The twins Castor and Pollux. Hatched from the same egg. Separated only by death. Now they’re both stars in the sky. Look. Look. There they are, wave hi, it’s Gemini.
When I die make me a star. Paint me a constellation. Mold me a galaxy.
Make me a Gemini.
I wrote this poem because its both a blessing and a curse to be two halves of a whole. It is both beautiful and terrifying to feel so intensely - I am constantly contradicting myself, wanting to do too much, it is scary being two beings at once. And I love it.