In black turmoil As crude as oil We pull and push That rock-like bones Might melt like stone Liquid you Liquid me A solution And in that dark, dark place I could not see your face Could just construct By what I touched and heard and smelled and tasted And in this slick of sleep Our slackened bodies steep Mute they mimic the daylit dance The cracked tectonics of our romance Vast intimacy Infinitesimal distance Tricked by this slick Foiled by this oil It's sad to say We cannot merge Despite our urge But one day After days have past A black hole may Our way pass And fuse our scattered atoms Together at last