Almost dusk - half asleep, half a word in reply,
Someone under her breath utters almost a No,
Bodies close, with her arm half-way frozen in flight…
Yet, that damn half a feeling means 'no place to go'.
This is when for the feeling of fullness I yearn,
This is when I so dream of the Yen to my Yin…
And I slowly dive into darkness that burns,
And your Yes is exhaled on one breath, from within…