Diplomacy

Oh enemy, oh friend, you are

closer than my ear. I dream 

night after night of your face,

larger in the shadows than my own

as we circle one another, two planets

caught in a pas de deux.

For years we have studied one another,

imagining how to strike,

yet in truth, we have not 

come closer than a thought,

flaring our fins like fighting fish,

beautiful in our fury. What if

we break these glass walls? Will we

at last come face to face with ourselves,

hands hanging weaponless at our sides,

armed only with our voices, our human voices?