Point Zero

No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you,
like two snakes swallowing one another
from the tail,
through and through.

An abridging circle of ego,
where
all the angles are served,
where the zero soon ensue.

Looking at you, me,
the only thing I can see.
We,
the only thing is left
of you and me.