When two become one and one transforms does the coupling end as well?

Deer companion pondered that nightly since ancient deer had turned into oblivion. At first she went to the cattails and pulled a few to get at the pulpy sweetness near the base. She laid it down after feasting on a cylinderical stalk. The next day she would return to feast on the crinkly dried leaflets of cattails.

In the evenings she would lay curled up in the last spot ancient deer had slept. In twilight sleep she would take her well formed neck and caress the air like ancient deer was still present then settle into sleep. Companion deer would linger in all the last spots ancient deer had stood once awakening as if memorizing every precious moment of interaction in their last days together.

By and large it had been pleasant with deep conversations with deer friends. In the following weeks she visited each and every deer who had helped attend to needs of those nature to collect those memories, those stories made in body language, and those last c ommunings.

One morning she arose and ran to where new poppies had arose and instead of eating the petals she held them in her mouth. In a slow gracious senuous walk she would meander back to where he left her on the stream shores. Instead of entering the waters she simply dropped the flowers and watched as they floated down nearly the same path that ancient deer did walk.

A few weeks later she paired with an ancient female deer who had lost her male companion. Together they ventured forth into new territories. Another deer offered an excursion into a land called tejas where the deer had less spots and sported browner coats and deep passions.

The ancient female deer has been a stellar flyer in earlier decades and had made global deer friends. One group had formed a colony in a set of grapevines. Useful during toad strangling storms of water one could thrust up into the vines that formed a hammock with grapes within mouths reach while waiting. Just like bacchus and his tribe.

The grapevine tribe awaited the arrival of companion deer and ancient female deer. Their hospitality and unusual friendliness reputation had reached the ears of companion deer. Something different this way comes. So upon arrival she too climbed into the natural wine hamm. ock and feasted till the inner turmoil of loss she felt no more.

The grapevine tribe managed a type of rebirth. When companion deer awoke special mushrooms with skin nibbled off just so, and gentle deer dance with male companions allowed a refreshing of her deer soul. A good roll in the softest grass gave splendor to her brown coat and group activities near an old ruined vatican with a moose like figure watching every moment of wriggles and giggles stood like a silent sentry protecting it all.

Without a word each deer left slowly and so did companion deer and ancient female deer. As they wandered back to their territories a decision to take a long trip to a pennisula known as floridia was made. Upon arrival home practice began for the long adventure to come. Night activities, daily exercise, and eating of special herbs and plants began to ready for the adventure to come. Grapevine deer sent plant pitchers of the special grape liquid experienced in prepartion for the journey as well. Nightly doses experimenting to find that exquisite point where one can still walk and yet feel one with the universe had to be done. Companion deer wished to experience it all fully but sentient state. After all sensation becomes precious when one becomes ancient...

Apparently the coupling does not end but expands into other realms hmmmmmmm in new ways....