Jun 24
In the hush where midnight lingers,
Two souls meet without a sound.
Your laughter softens all my edges,
Your warmth becomes the ground.
A language older than our voices
Finds its rhythm in the air;
Not spoken, but understood
In every glance we share.
Skin remembers what words cannot,
A promise breathed, not owned.
The world beyond the window fades
We're no longer alone.
Desire is more than fire;
It's trust with open hands,
A quiet leap toward another heart
That finally understands.
And when the dawn untangles us,
With golden light above,
What lingers isn't just the night
But tenderness, and love.
