In the hush of your name, a storm is stilled,
A prayer, weightless as dusk fading to nothing.
You pour through my veins, dissolving into me,
A secret I've longed to keep.

Swallow me whole—consume my need,
Until silence is all, and our voices are gone.
I crave your stillness,
A balm that heals yet burns—
My anchor, though I float between breath and oblivion.

You cannot stay forever,
And I cannot breathe without you.
What is life but a flame too long held?
A flicker that burns and fades.