Trust the moment, give in—
shaking hands will deceive us
skin against skin,
the air breathes us,
breaths disappear
into the void around us
the hearth inside us
draws a steady hand nearer,
lips against palm,
let harmony tremble beside us
if you feel it—
stay in this beauty before us,
feels like falling, feels like rising,
leave the earth behind us
the fires tremble—
touch it
hold on, my love,
don’t let me go,
there is more to give
than to release us
weightless motions,
as if gravity belongs to us
as I drift away
and close my eyes for you—
half-wake in a dream, alive,
this could… be us
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
Trust the moment, give in—
shaking hands will deceive us
skin against skin,
the air breathes us,
breaths disappear
into the void around us
the hearth inside us
draws a steady hand nearer,
lips against palm,
let harmony tremble beside us
if you feel it—
stay in this beauty before us,
feels like falling, feels like rising,
leave the earth behind us
the fires tremble—
touch it
hold on, my love,
don’t let me go,
there is more to give
than to release us
weightless motions,
as if gravity belongs to us
as I drift away
and close my eyes for you—
half-wake in a dream, alive,
this could… be us
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