Matching Set

We’re a matching set, you and I.
Built to mould into one another, from the same malleable yet dependable material,
Formed by society into what’s assumed a natural state.
Built on a foundation of other people’s stories,
Their fears of things done too soon, too much, or too late.

Sometimes, when we’re alone, I will myself into existence,
Strain against normality, long to become animated, with your strength beside me.
You don’t move move, though. Not one minute stirring. You remain rigid,
Poised, s...