Ballerina

I can feel it,
when you light
up with your eyes
these offerings of mine,
I can very well, too, feel
you breathe, and also
the clouds in your heart
which sums up and drops
as rain.
It doesn't matter any more
if I cannot be here when
you come, touch and caress
these pages,
as unlike you,
I have not loved you incognito,
but have been loud enough
in these pages of love,
so that you can come and
kiss me quietly, and then leave
like a ballerina on her toes.