The Platonian Soulmates

 

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The pair was asleep with their backs glued to each other. Like the Platonian soulmates lying together in deep slumber, they were finally at peace. He had entangled one of her feet between his two to stay enmeshed while she looked to curl her other one into the mess. It was not coercive. They had both wanted to stay interlaced for as long as they could. It was going to be morning and they would be separated, not much different from the way Zeus had severed the soulmates to salvage the superiority of God.

There was no other thought in their mind at that time. They never found time to boast about their love, their togetherness, or the joy they shared. They knew they didn’t possess the capacity for hubris. The time together was just not enough to share the bliss as much as they had wanted. So certainly not enough to let a stranger nose in for any kind of exaltation or envy. They protected their unity the way he never allowed a speck of air between their naked bodies when they had held each other.

A while ago, they were asleep facing each other where she had dug her face into his chest, her lips caressing the cut mark on his chest from a previous surgery. Situated smack dab between the clavicle bones, on top of the sternum, her body always seemed to position itself in a way her lips came face to face with the scar effortlessly. It was that mark that assured her of a resting abode. Her head would conveniently snuggle beneath his chin and by extension, her body would curve to nestle itself within the extended contours of his body. Many had seen that mark but they didn’t know about its existence. While on the other hand that mark had held her into its spell. It kept her snuggly and warm. It was like a secret only she was privy to, only she knew about. She would try to fit her index finger into it, trying to prove it was the lock to the key of the mound on her finger.

Once the morning happened, their bodies would writhe before separation. They would cleave because the Gods of the world have exercised their power to not allow them to stay together, to get bundled into one, and be able to forget that the world existed outside of them. They wouldn’t be able to feel sated the way they were that night. So, every day and night they would be apart from now, the time would be spent hankering over that touch of the soulmate. Trying to find any knowledge of how the other is faring. Anything would help, phones, e-mails, or any third-party information. Each would feign an imagination of the other. Even at times, they would project their limbs outward to aim to recreate the pose from the earlier night where the counterpart had fit just right into the mesh.

Maybe a miracle outside, like Apollo's blessings, could help them reclaim a few more moments of nearness. But the dread of the morning and wish for more were not going to put a damper on tonight's bliss. It was enough and the couple tucked themselves cozily into each other’s limbs. No time for any other thought.