Contact

a quiet tap— just enough to wake the room, breath skims the surface shivers ripple out, then stilled— something lingers, barely there, but alive. a shiver, closer now, the space contracts, uncertain in the prowl— breath rough, pressure blooms, soft exhale— a spark, quiet, enough. A spark beneath my skin, My words begin to rush. A whispering within, A quiet voice, a hush. All truth is thrown so wide, No place left now to hide. And in this tender space, This current flows inside. This pulse, though not yet long, And still it holds on strong. the wait— the ache— the hush— the need— the doubt— trust at my fingertips— the fate— the quake— the blush— the greed, no out, the loss of all the scripts the ache, the ache, the ache, the ache— the ache circles closer— breath pressed tight hush thick want gnawing light trembles on the walls heat climbs the skin shadows flicker pulse runs ragged no names left only charge the spiral the crossing the breaking point this is where we land— not empty, not wound tight, just alive within this light, a hum beneath the silence, an afterglow, defiance risk taken, hands open, something left unbroken.