I don’t want to lose you, I whispered in your dream, and let my heart beat softly against your body. By the outermost shores you had found a small, green stone. For every layer of meaning in the stones. Desertion. Sentences are an ocean. The movement on the surface would make the words disappear. Later in the darkness, I found diamonds in your eyes. I sailed between your lips and kissed the meteorites glittering down through the atmosphere.
This is how you answered.