Who adds storyline to story,
Love to a numb-stricken protein universe,
Who sleeps with you, painting the canvases
Inside your ventricles, and can give
You an angina, any moment
She decides to rattle your world,
In disembarkment, when she morphs
Your body into a fluid, and in departure,
That godspeed-instant of goodbye,
That like a balloon popped by a needle
Bursts the bubble of all earthly bubbles.
When you’re just a non-soapy moment
In your own soap opera.