No gender,
no savage man and no shrew.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you,
like two snakes swallowing one another
from the tail,
through and through.
An abridging distance between the two,
where,
all the angles are served,
where the zero will soon ensue.
Looking at you, we,
the only thing I can see.
Us,
the only thing is left
of you and me.
