The silence is the axe.

You are the vowels and I, consonants
When was the word formed?
It must, perhaps, in our first meet.
You are cotton and I, fire.
The gap between us hairr-line,
Enough to prevent from sparking.
I do not want to be with you but in you.
I do not want you to be in me but with me.
You do not know what I feel of you.
I have no courage to reveal it either.
Silence was the axe; the word was split.
11.11.2006