At the slight border where fingertips meet,
we stand, each holding a different universe.
The weight of a body sinking into the bed,
and a gaze that wanders, unable to arrive anywhere.
Light slips in through the window, illuminating only indifferent objects,
while fragments of the city accumulate, stripped of meaning.
Beneath overlapping skin,
your warmth and my coolness
breathe quietly—never truly blending.
What the camera captured
was what is nearest, and what is farthest:
our immeasurable, trembling fever.