The words hovered on the edge of my tongue,
Yet my thumbs whispered a gentler truth.

My soul reached the same.
The warmth that hung heavy in the air,
A tender brush, soft as whispers on my skin,
A rhythm that our body carved,
A melody only we could hear.

But we both know
This rope between us
May never unwind.
So I buried the truth beneath my breath.
And found that dishonesty bore sweet fruit.
I am saved.
No
We are saved.