I.
Your name drifts in the hush of evening air,
A whisper pressed between the stars’ slow breath.
Each pulse a secret none but I may share,
A flame that flickers gently, flirting with death.
II.
I trace the curve of silence in your eyes,
Where shadow bends to gold and time forgets.
We play in spaces only we devise,
Where laughter lingers, weaving our small nets.
III.
If I could hold the wind within my hands,
Or tilt the moon to wink along our game,
I would, yet know the cosmos understands
Some sparks are meant to tease without a name.
IV.
So come, and let your heartbeat map my own,
For in your quiet, mischief has found home.








hello lovely poetess a very sensual write exciting to read ❤️
I just love how whimsical this is. And the pic too!
Passionately penned, CG. I concur with Adel, it does have a very whimsical vibe. Excellent write with stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian