my twin

My Twin

She was there again last night, knocking on
the door of my consciousness wanting to be
real, a part of my life, but I coldly refuse my
twin, a girl unborn

In my masculine world there is no place for
femininity, see my bulging arms and six pack,
should I prance around like a girl and cry
when watching a sentimental movie?

No there is no place for her in my body, or
mind, but I do borrow her sad smile when
writing poetry; together, with my relentless
guilt, we are on to something fine.