I was in your body, and you?

On a big piece of white paper. A nice fruit hangs there, dangling. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me see through your eyes. But my language was not hostile. I drank short gulps of the tea, ate dry crispbread, butter and sesame seeds. Two shirts hung up to dry in the room, one is crumpled, the other refuses to be straightened out. Sometimes a couple in love will come across each other and shrug their shoulders at the mind of the sun.