Souls are talking

Skins fused as moistened particles,

Numbed as souls immerse each,

Heart beats the cosmic rhythm,

Sinking deep into the cosmos,

Of exploring the life in space,

We know not if we,

Plant the new life,Or,

Already found a new one,

Still we are taking the space walk,

On the inner walls of the delicates,

An orgasmic travel of a new beginning.