The same page
We are on
You and me
Of a story so similar
I think we are co-authors
No ghost writer, we
We will not go so easily

What blood type, us?
The same, I would not doubt
If mine were colored orange
Yours would be orange
If yours were green
Mine would blend with yours
without seams

What seems so obvious to the
Others
Is not obvious at all
Love cannot be seen with closed
Eyes
Or through the hands covering a truth
One does not want to see
We are on the same page
You and me