I am not really touching
this glass
There is space between all matter
If I were to really touch
this glass
Matter would be destroyed
I am not really touching
you
There is space between us
If I were to really touch
you
We would be destroyed
Your breasts are known to me
no matter what you wear
Last night
in a dream
our breasts touched
and space opened
inside me
I will keep you there
WeBiLo
poetjungle 