Strange lovers share nothing

We are perfect strangers to each other
there are some wishes we pretend to share,
but truly we do not trust each other
the same way we share a desire

No profitable fruit will be grown
between us, among such variety of absences

So even we keep trying any relation
there will be always a distinction
to seal our love-empty dialogues,
only full of words we share
like playing a puzzle
without picture on it