It starts with that look,
the kind that says too much
without saying a thing.
You tilt your head just slightly,
that playful pull in your grin
as if the air itself is in on our secret.
My thoughts scatter,
tripping over heartbeat and breath,
and somehow, the world slows down
just enough for me to notice
how your laughter curves
before it reaches your lips.
You lean closer,
not in rush, but in rhythm,
a quiet gravity between us,
like stars finding their orbit.
Even the pause before contact
feels like a whole language,
unwritten, but understood.
Then it changes.
Something shifts beneath the surface,
silly becomes sacred.
That teasing moment
turns softer, deeper,
and suddenly, it’s not just affection;
it’s recognition.
Like two souls remembering
they’ve done this before,
a thousand lifetimes,
a thousand ways.
Your touch lands gently,
but everything inside me
collides at once,
the ache, the joy, the quiet surrender.
And when we finally part,
the air still carries the warmth
of something infinite pretending to be small.
About the Creator
Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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Comments (2)
Beautifully written ♦️🙏♦️😊😊😊🏆
Love how you write. It reads like the lore of a movie scene, pulled me right in. You said less but meant more. Brilliantly done. Got me wondering… what was the thought behind the pen? Memory or movie scene?