These eyes, they speak
in thoughts unbroken,
feeding me trails
of words unspoken.
Balanced on the corners,
in dreams of shattered glaze,
the eyes, they find me
shaken in late-night golden haze.
I am the hush
that waits in thought,
tracing the paths
your silence has brought.
Lingering on the edges
where shadows tremble light,
I find you softly
in the fold of night.
When you trace the paths,
what do you find?
When you linger in the shadows,
is our hunger entwined?
Make me hush
in the whisper of yes,
when temptation devours
where night can’t suppress.
I follow the trails
where your silence hums.
In the darkened corners,
our quiet becomes.
I am the hush
that drifts with your breath,
soft as shadow
where night holds its depth.
I surrender to the whisper.
You open, and I rise,
locked in broken embrace,
undone in secret alibis.
In midnight, succumbed
to your body’s sacred sway,
until the sunrise, when we burst
in the coming of the day.
I trace the curves
where your shadows fall.
A hush drifts low
through the last call.
Your fire remains
in the bend of night.
I yield, unwoven
to the lingering light.
-Rivers
-Wander
