In a rowdy silent mall, their eyes meet
With half-masked faces
The town about to hibernate
And distance became medicine
She blushes to the east
He flushes to the west
So apart seemed their paths
Like poles in the north and south
Is the blush a hi
And the flush a shy
Alas, fate had them knit
Bound like meat in a hyena’s teeth
For them
Nature’s strategy was the crocodile’s bait
For in that evening at the station
Love, like an ageless clerk
Which knows no order
Wrote soulmates as seatmates
Nowhere else to turn
Her face on his chest
His palm dressing her hair
Their essence is merged
Their story in its ultimate draft
Nice