In Between

I stand and see you;
You are standing, too;
One curled hair singing,
“I’m as tall as you!”

I look you very straight;
You look straight at me.
We are happy, both,
To see what we do see.

I reach my hand to yours;
You lift yours like a Queen;
Our fingers touch the doors
That open in between.

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