Love holds you in grasp;
in tight fist,
Entwining your destinies
for a paired chemistry,
That intimacy, familiarity, closeness,
The shared identity;
the overlapping zone,
Two molten selves
lovingly creeping into each other,
Sweet superimposition,
Tingling eclipsing of one by the other,--
alternating eclipses,
Her covering her
and she him.
But very rarely we are
two bodies moving in the same direction,
Like celestial bodies,
we cross paths from different directions,
Eclipse and pass across each other,
Then we drift away,
The shared zone keeps decreasing,
Moving away like strangers,
As if there was no acquaintance,--
a build-up of eternal estrangement.
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