each page
soft like your breath
I trace the edges of you
the ink of your voice curling
in the spaces between words
whispered but never quite silent

we are an unfinished story
the kind you leave open
just to feel the rhythm of possibility
breathe against your skin
your touch
a paragraph that lingers
sweet in the margins
of my thoughts

there’s a chapter where time slips
where we fall through the cracks
where your smile is the heading
and the ending never arrives
a single sentence
stretching into eternity

in another
our bodies meet
like two verses colliding
delicate
fragile
and perfect
in their syncopated rhythm
I learn you
again and again

we write and rewrite
soft touches
that turn to echoes
whispers that move
like ink in water
and when the chapter closes
we are still between the lines
living in the paragraphs that remain