The pen and the tongue

I loved your tongue and hence you.

You loved my pen and hence me.

Images unknown, we have loved.

This is called the love of souls.

Once the souls meet and shake hand,

Images will turn agreeable,

Colour and creed drop their defects

And the marital status turns void.

The pen of mine has pecked you

And the tongue of you has sucked me.

This has happened without a sanction.

Souls in space, no north and no south.

30.10.2008