Was it the fields you came from? Did you know that? Did I sit alone? A letter. I could not phrase those sentences. We were still, we were still quivering, quivering down to the smallest details. The movement on the surface would make the words disappear. When you touch me, when our bodies are quite close, we are part of each other. Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes.