halves

everything

feels light

and shapeless

only half here

only half real

I touch the skin

under your eye

it's white

nearly colourless

my finger

digs deep

until 

the red drop

appears

it changes

your face

into something real:

you make

a sound

- this sound is

as red

as your blood

I step back

this way

I am also

only half here

only half real

the night when we went outside to watch the skyline with cranes

that night

your eyes

were touching me

even before

your fingers did

you said

you want to

look me in the eye

to be deep inside
in

every
possible
way

we spoke about

some difficult words

unable to say out loud

those that are

so much more simple

later on

we've just 

became silent
in

every
possible
way

(morning)