The eye that sees, sees what ? The word that tells, tells what ? Beliefs belie?

I bathe in a mirror;
my body is one colour
and distance another.

With black letters;
green leaves.
With black letters;
lips red
like yours.

I hide in your breathing.
I sharpen a hawk
until it soars
and I burn the page you read
with your eyes,
which I also burn,
your eyes black as letters.

You and I
will drink together
loooong sips
of water more crystalline
than absence.
On a final winding line
dry water for a lingering thirst.