- NaPoWriMo #12

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.