harrycane287
Wellknown Ace
In the quiet space between two breaths,
Where words surrender to the skin,
We build a sanctuary of touch,
And let the gentle darkness in.
No maps required, no distant shores,
Just pulse to pulse, and eye to eye;
The universe shrinks down to this:
A shared, unspoken, quiet sigh.
It is not the fire that consumes,
Nor storms that break against the chest,
But how two shadows learn to rest,
And find in silence, absolute peace.