Two strangers met briefly,
Eyes wide, in the limelight.
Speaking without speaking,
Heaving, tongues tied.
And for a second,
Their dreams laid bare.
Just for a second,
Still unaware.
That what they shared,
Right then and there.
Would turn seconds to years,
Heavy breaths to fresh air.
That they'd feed each other visions,
And love despite despair.
Weave their own traditions,
No other could impair.
Two strangers lay sweetly,
Eyes wide, under the night sky.
Speaking without speaking,
Breathing, tongues tied.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
shivering, aching,
bleeding words,
slivering, breaking,
realisation hurts.
times i've missed,
cut off tongues.
air as catalyst,
vacant lungs.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC