He didn’t say a word,
he hauled his body over like a question,
an unanswerable question,
a leaf whose branch does not exist,
a world whose sky does not exist.
An endless rubbing,
a fleeting gaze among the shadows,
enough for bodies to be torn in two,
eager to receive another dreamful body;
half and half, dream and dream, skin and skin.
Equal bodies, equal love, equal desire.
Because desire is nothing but a question
with no answer.