their fair skin
and pale eyes
and dark hair
fate them to
the frequent
assumption of
close blood
relation.

but surely one
must wonder
why a sister looks
to her brother like
he is the harvest
moon: beautiful
and haunting and
much too far away.

their matching
eyes meet with
the impact of
car collisions.
his bruised
knuckles graze
the back of her
hand as they
walk through
southside.

she is much too
young to kiss
the seam of his
inner thigh, but
she does.