We hold each other,  
skin to skin,  
the warmth wraps around us,  
a fragile cocoon,  
where the outside world  
dissolves into whispers,  
and silence breathes life  
into our shared solitude.  

No one has ever
wanted me  
with such depth,  
not even death,  
with its icy allure  
and promises of stillness.  
Yet here, in the rhythm of our
b
r
e
a
t
h
  s,  
I find a quiet refuge,  
a heartbeat echoing mine,  
each sigh a silent plea  
for the closeness that binds us.  

In the shadows we linger,  
two souls woven together,  
red threads of longing stitched  
into the fabric of this moment,  
reminding me that even in the dark,  
there is a flicker of warmth.  
In this tender intimacy,  
I am seen,  
a whisper of connection  
that lingers in the air,  
soft and resplendent,  
a reminder that love,  
fragile yet fierce,  
can illuminate the quiet spaces  
between us.