Is it the way your curves
move beneath my fingertips,
or how my eyes
drink the shape of you?
grace unnamed,
hunger untamed
I am starved for your presence,
a slow sweetness
along the inner walls of my soul
seeping into fractures
This
is more…
YOU
a grounded angel
in fractured light,
dawn caught in curtains
we do not open
A storm gathers,
hearts as rain,
breath like distant thunder
settling into pulse
Your skin,
a horizon
where lightning
learns restraint
My heartbeat
speaks your name
in steady confession
Lips hold
what words cannot
dreams kept
in hidden rooms,
in sacred dark
Come closer
wear the language
of my touch,
silk and warmth
drawn breath to breath
I write you
without ink
body to hand,
heart to yours
a quiet current
between us,
until even a kiss
becomes a world
we navigate
as gravity forgets
which of us it holds