You can't break what is already broken
Two broken heart searching for each other, they cuddle with fear, trembling and shaking "what will happen next" they wonder.
With care, quite soft, quite little, they touch with the tips like if they could break each other with their breath.
And then, slowly but firmly, they kiss with passion, out of control without carrying of reality, because nothing mattered but to heal their pain, to join their souls in a pure act of love, between lust, love, passion, sadness, joy...
And the regreat appear, like a shadow of shame, crawling from behind the bed. What could possibly drive it away? Answer: a kiss, and the promise to be together after this.
And so, it went, on and on, like a boat drifting away softly in the waves, in a memorie, like a cherry blossom: so brief and yet, so beatiful.