I am floating midair/ getting ready/ free, vulnerable, colorless/ my feet are rooted down to the ground/ thin stockings/ kohl on my lids/ sometimes I sink into the depth of the deepest pit on the earth/ I claw my way out/ my heart sinks all of a sudden/ I tear my eyes away from his pleading gaze/ joyous courage/ a simple yet moving experience/ I can feel the arrhythmic palpitations of his heart through the movements of his cold cautious hands/ he admitted that he has never brushed a woman’s hair before