I slip a little closer than I ought to, blame the mood... or the turn of night... You laugh, and the room starts bending, breathing in air too thick to hide... Your eyes linger on me like a shadow, I pull back, pretending it’s a game... But the silence dripping from your lips, keeps whispering my name... I trace the wet rim of my glass, trying to keep my hands from shaking loose... You draw me beneath the dim corner light, I tell myself every time this is what I choose... I keep the inches carefully measured, a thin curtain drawn for show... You never ask why I stay on this side, maybe you already feel the pulse below... So I stay close enough to taste the heat, far enough to keep from giving in... Walking the edge of what we don’t say, never letting the boundary bend... You’re the warmth I pretend not to touch, the unspoken line I never cross... I slowly sink into your atmosphere, pulled by a gravity I cannot steer... You talk about the bright, loud places, you want to lose yourself inside tonight... I nod like I’m just listening closely, while you’re the secret map I keep out of sight... Your hair brushes past like a warning, your slow smile feels like an invitation... I swallow every word on my tongue, that would break this fragile hesitation... I make a joke to break the tension, you laugh and slide your fingers down my sleeve... It’s just a casual skin-on-skin touch, but it completely ruins how I breathe... I keep the tension stretched but unbroken, keep the story lingering undefined... But your shadow leaning on my shoulder, keeps rewriting the lines between yours and mine... So I stay close enough to taste the heat, far enough to keep from giving in... Walking the edge of what we don’t say, one breath away from letting it begin... You’re the warmth I pretend not to touch, the unspoken line I never cross... I slowly sink into your atmosphere, pulled by a gravity I cannot steer... Maybe in another, darker room, I’d let the silence finally break... But here I keep it underneath the surface, holding back the pull I cannot fake... I stay right where your fingers could find me, but never where we’d let each other fall... Close enough to feel the heat, and that’s the hardest game of all...
