If I stand here can you still feel me?
The coarse threads, silky strands,
The moving flesh and heart,
Stilled by solid ice of bones.

Blinking is of no avail,
I think, I can still see everything, though the illumination is faint,
As if I’m watching the world change colours from light to dark, from dark to darker;
By now I can’t even read your expression, because I never knew the first thing about you,
And you never tried to understand me.

At times when the room was spinning and I tried to speak,
To make you comprehend the warmth, the stretch, the combustion inside me,
The only answer I received was a hot gush of breath leaving your parted lips,
And I lost the fight against the white blaze burning behind my eyelids.

Just now do I realize, as I reach for your hand in mid-air and lace my fingers with yours,
That the unwavering darkness of your gaze made my lights fade out.
But I don’t feel the loss, no wave of remorse washes over me,
Because your black is more radiant, than my white ever could have been.