Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
Tite Kubowe are drawn to each other like drops of water, like the planets we repulse each other like magnets, like the color of our skin.
Tite Kubo