Your name burns slowly on my tongue,
not flame...embers,
the kind that glow deeper
the longer they’re held.
It wakes the night inside me,
draws me toward that quiet place
where breath matters
and shadows learn my shape.
I write you into every thought,
press you against the steady drum of my ribs,
let you move through me
like a secret the body already knows.
You settle there..
unrushed, inevitable.
Your eyes guide me,
not like a map,
but like instinct,
as if my hands remember you
from another lifetime.
Your lips tell the truth before words ever could,
and I follow,
because I want to be lost
exactly where you are.
When you breathe,
the air changes temperature.
I lean closer,
not to take..
to meet.
To exist in that small space
where your exhale brushes my mouth
and the world forgets its name.
Your presence spills warmth into me,
quiet, persuasive.
Every touch becomes language.
Every look undresses time.
My heartbeat learns your rhythm
and sings it back,
softly, faithfully.
And when the night holds us still,
I say your name..
not loudly,
but like a vow said against skin.
A promise I don’t need to explain.
A truth I’m willing to stay inside.
Even the dark listens.
Even the stars look away.
Because this..
this is where my soul meets yours,
unhidden,
in the slow, sacred cadence
of every word.
And I write your name
in all my poems..
in every line..
every breath between lines..
only for you.
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