maybe two people
can collide
their gazes mangled together
hair sloppy and
their feet
tripping over
themselves

another world created
plates heavy and blankets twisted
the moon shines in their eyes
and when they lose each other
in the still of the night

the morn cracks
and the yellow yolk breaks
they collide once more with a sigh,
never truly lost
and begin a metamorphosis  anew