A gloved hand, steady and unyielding,
pressed against the soft pulse of life,
fluttering hearts foretell the burst,
a silent pact woven in electric tension.

Behind delicate eyelids,
worlds collide, dissolve, reform,
rising from the depths,
a forbidden tide pulling desire
to its precarious edge.

Breath stolen, then surrendered,
each moment teetering
between creation and collapse,
a tightrope of euphoria and silence.

The veil lifts—brief, fragile,
revealing something raw,
the seduction of release,
a fleeting eternity
that leaves the air trembling.

When the hold loosens,
lungs fill with awakening,
yet the mind lingers,
craving the abyss it briefly called home.