POEM
Beneath the veil of twilight's skin,
where shadows start and dreams begin,
we find each other—silent, bare,
with whispered truths that fill the air.
Your gaze, a tether, pulls me close,
like drifting smoke that knows its ghost.
Our fingers speak where words will fail,
tracing lines, a tender trail.
In the spaces no light can see,
we shed the weight of what could be.
Skin to skin, the world unwinds,
unwritten stories blur our minds.
The night folds in, the stars lean near,
as every breath dissolves our fear.
Time forgets us in this space—
two bodies lost, one quiet place.
We move as rivers, deep and slow,
in currents only lovers know.
And when the dawn begins to creep,
we’ll hold the night within our sleep.