Platonic Love

When the sun’s hidden 
When the air’s fallen 
When the noise’s sunken 
When the white cats darken 
When the neighbor’s drunken 
It’s time for us to chat 
In the sweltering midsummer night  
   
By cell phone connecting, we spill out  
How much we’re missing? 
Even though we just met   
Earlier, not more than one minute 
A year is always too short for gathering 
A second is way too long for separating 
Those scorching hot words  
Could burn down the Line linking 
   
When no one wants to stop chatting 
For getting more and better 
We bring our phones to shower 
While the showerhead is drizzling 
The water drops are flowing
Dampening our bodies 
We ask, “How are you feeling?”  
Never mind if it is too cliched, an old saying
Even, sending luring images 
Which tickle our fancy 
   
While lying in bed with eyes closing
Most questions we ask are that  
“What are you thinking?”  
To Inquire how each other’s feeling  
And satisfy every moment of fantasizing  
"Thinking of you!"  
The answer always strikes me deadly hard  
I would like to hear one trillion's trillion times    
(Don't laugh at me, and yet, why not?)  
Endless meticulous care penetrates  
Seeping into my most secret part   
Soothing every inch of my delicate piece of heart 
   
Can we be just friends?  
Can we caress without sex?  
Can we believe in pure relationship?  
Can sweet-talk fill up our sensual hollow?  
The dilemma between us hinders all the progress    
Make POSSIBLE becomes IMPOSSIBLE  
Since it was very beginning  
We always know that, don't you?  
   
Don't cry, my fragile old friend!  
That is a tragedy in the ancient Chinese legend  
Even if it's not one hundred percent sure  
But we have that answer in mind 
That is, is that, or 
Platonic Love will conquer carnal desire.