A sort of depressing little poem about Yuki/Yue and Touya's chances with him/them. It could also be about Nadeshiko and Fujitaka, I suppose.

"Kissing the Air"

caress like

butterfly wings

and feather-light silk

from lips cold and sweet

leaves you surrounded

by a lover's touch

walking among the heavens

see what you try to achieve

to claim an angel

that may fly away

forever

or worse;

disappear

into glittering

starlight

between your very fingers

for nothing is less fruitful

than loving

a ghost.

* ende *