I said,
“Our reasons fridgidly overlap.”
He said,
“I will thaw mine and fuse them with yours.”
I said,
“Let’s not ration them around our oxytocin levels.”
He said,
“Haha ..I never thought you liked maths or science?”
I said,
“Years in bargain, and have realised not to let a poet see the moon in my eyes.”
He said.
“My moon waxes and wanes with the kohl in your eyes.”
And somewhere between the unsaid and said,
reasons fermented and an unhurried smile escaped..
tweakingly my voluble misgivings said,
“Not always two plus two is four.”
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