I don’t know what she has —
but it pulls me in
like the tide obeys the moon.

Every glance
is a spark against my skin,
every word
a knot in my breathing.

I want it all with her —
the mornings, the storms,
the years I haven’t lived yet.

When she walks into the room
my hands forget themselves,
my heart trips over its own steps,
and I realize —
I’m not just in love,
I’m hers already.

Every time she sees me
her eyes catch fire
and her tongue brushes her lips
as if remembering an old taste.

She says nothing,
but the gesture pierces me,
leaves me trembling
as if she had spoken my name
in the language of desire.

They built — a wall of Silence —
and crowned it — with their creed —
declaring Love — a trespass —
no heart should dare to need —

Your blue eyes — still betrayed you —
they sought me — through the frost —
but chains — of old obedience —
declared our haven — lost —

So I — remain the exile —
cast out — though not by you —
for Love — was never guilty —
yet punished — all the same — too —

I walk — as though the daylight —
forgot to take my name —
its golden invitations —
addressed — but not the same —

The rooms — admit my shadow —
yet never know my face —
I speak — but find my echo —
has vanished — into space —

And so — I wear the silence —
as others wear their skin —
for what the world won’t notice —
can still exist — within —