Fantastic dialogues and actions
with some old habits
like putting on a blanket, sliding aside.
Oneness split into two
Mating unlike fission is always two.
The stickiness glued
till the observation of opposite faces
getting similar and relaxed
or a tight cuddle, with one face staring sway, half sure,
One watching, stopping at the rear of a cranium.
The body is but alone with/without a touch
Comparisons being heavier or lighter
Assurances help in drifting apart.
Life and love for a single mortality interfering the most in a relaxation
One turning towards the room
stares at the darkness, and what will be its remnant
The other staring at the man made pane
finding the perfect soul cannot be checked
from slipping back quietly into a ruin.