Beyond syllables

Adrift in silent seas of twenty-two, Your body's tide pulls mine into its blue. Bare skin like shores where morning light cascades, As embers dance between us, never fade. Wordless, you elevate my atmosphere, Your gaze—a stratosphere I've come to fear. Fingertips telegraph what tongues conceal, Your breath on skin—the only clock I feel. This tactile language speaks with pure intent, While syllables to vapor have been sent. In silence, truth reveals what noise obscures, This soundless space is infinitely yours. The brush of limbs—magnetic fields align, Your tilted cosmos shifts the axis mine. You don't inhabit space—you architect The molecules between us, then connect. I breathe you in like oxygen divine, A chemistry no formula defines. Suspended animation, minds entwined, Your palm against my chest—the sacred sign. Not movement, but the way you crystallize The moment into diamonds with your eyes. This morning's hush belies last night's refrain, When silence broke to whisper both our names. Wordless, you elevate my atmosphere, Your gaze—a stratosphere I've come to fear. Fingertips telegraph what tongues conceal, Your breath on skin—the only clock I feel. This tactile language speaks with pure intent, While syllables to vapor have been sent. In silence, truth reveals what noise obscures, This soundless space is infinitely yours.