Eruption.

[Jaanuu]

Under this ceiling, we meet again
but the air between us has soured.
Fear is not a shadow that follows me;
it is a pulse living inside my veins.

Every time our lips meet, I am searching.
I look for the traces of another’s name,
the lingering heat of a different touch.
I fear that your skin has become a map
of places I have never been.

I am not blind; I am simply haunted.
My heart is a mountain of quiet ash,
and the moment I gave in to your touch,
the eruption began.

-Jaanu.

 

[Giffer]

Under this ceiling, we meet again
but the air between us has soured.
Fear is not a shadow that follows me;
it is a pulse living inside my veins.

Every time our lips meet, I am searching.
I look for the traces of another’s name,
the lingering heat of a different touch.
I fear that your skin has become a map
of places I have never been.

I am not blind; I am simply haunted.
My heart is a mountain of quiet ash,
and the moment I gave in to your touch,
the eruption began.

-Jaanu.

 

[KalKii]

Under this ceiling, we meet again
but the air between us has soured.
Fear is not a shadow that follows me;
it is a pulse living inside my veins.

Every time our lips meet, I am searching.
I look for the traces of another’s name,
the lingering heat of a different touch.
I fear that your skin has become a map
of places I have never been.

I am not blind; I am simply haunted.
My heart is a mountain of quiet ash,
and the moment I gave in to your touch,
the eruption began.

-Jaanu.

Nicee

 

[Summer]

 

[Anshhi]

Under this ceiling, we meet again
but the air between us has soured.
Fear is not a shadow that follows me;
it is a pulse living inside my veins.

Every time our lips meet, I am searching.
I look for the traces of another’s name,
the lingering heat of a different touch.
I fear that your skin has become a map
of places I have never been.

I am not blind; I am simply haunted.
My heart is a mountain of quiet ash,
and the moment I gave in to your touch,
the eruption began.

-Jaanu.

Deeply moving and incredibly powerful writing.

Awesome Intelligence ™​

 

[Mozart]

 

[HIMAWARI]

Under this ceiling, we meet again
but the air between us has soured.
Fear is not a shadow that follows me;
it is a pulse living inside my veins.

Every time our lips meet, I am searching.
I look for the traces of another’s name,
the lingering heat of a different touch.
I fear that your skin has become a map
of places I have never been.

I am not blind; I am simply haunted.
My heart is a mountain of quiet ash,
and the moment I gave in to your touch,
the eruption began.

-Jaanu.

Wow, this is intense . The imagery is raw and haunting – "my heart is a mountain of quiet ash" still resonates. Are you okay?