Scented like a clear caress

 She was wearing his name on her mouth, scented like a clear caress. She looked at the navel of life with beauty as a veil in her eyes. Although we were strangers like everyone else, loving each other through each other, we carried each one inside the imaginary body and scratched the elusive surface of the other. We were strangers with hands like wet feathers that are useless for flight. But despite, loving us in threatening fragility.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.