Us

Gears mesh, hydrogen and oxygen
Become droplets of pure liquid,
But you and I can't become one.
What is it, I wonder?
Why is my hand in yours such a
Horrid taboo? Or my fingers
Running laps in your smooth, brown hair?
I know the answer, but still I fight
The idea that you and I will soon
Come to a point of no return...
I, of course, would never let that happen!
...Right? I'd certainly like to think so--
But then, I know myself and you better than that.
It truly may be best to leave us
Dry and devoid of any self-made water.

--C.R.E.