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You trace the sky on my heart,
your touch pure constellation.
I close my eyes and float,
among your quiet stars.
My body hums with knowing—
that love is not possession.
It is the art of being seen,
and still remaining whole.
Your absence hums like rain,
soft, steady, endless.
I reach for air,
and find you there.
I unfold like dawn,
each hue a secret revealed.
You see the light I hide,
and call it beautiful.
Your presence lingers—
a fragrance I cannot name.
It rests upon my shoulders,
gentle as memory.
The night leans close to listen,
as your touch writes verses on me.
Even silence blushes softly,
when love begins to speak.
You read me without words,
each glance a translation.
Your eyes—ink on my pulse,
writing what I can’t say.
My heart learns a new rhythm—
the sound of your nearness.
Each beat a promise,
each breath a confession.
I am not afraid to be still.
In your gaze, I am known.
The quiet between us
is the purest form of speech. -
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