Apprehensive lovers

One wore the trousers
And went about singing,
Fearful of leaving…
Without; first drinking…

One wore black hose
Miniskirts, barefooted:
Without; thinking or caring…
When out dancing and twirling…

Together they’d kiss or pitch battle
Pitch battle or again fall in love
They were like wings on either shoulder
There were times when I couldn’t fly…
Without one, and surely, without the other…

But; together we were like sisters
And bothers…
Together—we were happy village muckers.
Though they had all the difficulties
Of being; apprehensive lovers…