Mimic

Your pendant has the same combination of colors as the one I have fastened to my coat. Smile at a my smile, and promise to eat from my plate. Walk to the right of me swinging your arms at the same tempo. We are not born from the same province, but dialects do not suffer loneliness. Our joint years have tied our tongues together so that we sound like kinsmen. For the life of me I can not remember how we came to know one another. Was it through a common cause, or are we the brothers of familiar tragedy? Through haze and winding tunnels of half-agreement is our genesis established. All that is certain before me has become a playful wink with you bookending it. What once possessed fixity now ripples as if a stone were cast into it. Have I had the misfortune of consorting with a devil? Still I permit this dubious association to continue. When the sun offends me, you have the foreknowledge to be ready with a palm leaf. Should the air become frigged, I can trace your gaze to a pair of woolen muffs. So my concerns are asswaged for time by the supply of ease. Benefit has made me languid around you when my shoulders should have never come down. You say as I say. This pleases me well until you say it differently. Neither has it escaped my notice that you present yourself left of me. When I lift my heal, you put yours down. We no longer break bread. My friend is chewing, hunched over, back turned, in full sight of discarded wrappers. Secret nourishment fuels a secret behavior. This notwithstanding, you sound like the men of three towns over when you speak. You say as I say, but now you say it differently. When you approach, I become conflicted. Will we strike hands, or will we strike each other?