Until the heat you feel screams

my name.

Let every touch be a language

That can’t be translated by tongue—

Only the beat of the heart

And the warmth of the flame.

A quiet surrender stitched with mutual love and desire.

Hold me, let me look at you,

All of you and appreciate who you are.

In the moment with all that you are laid bare.

I want all of you. I deserve it.

I selfishly say I want it, now.

The weather of us within the skin of now,

The certainty that endings blink

And we, brave, choose the how.

I am more than collateral damage—

A map of scars and stars,

Not broken, but braided

With every brave mistake we’ve made—

A chorus of wounds that learned to heal

In the language of you and me.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@lifeispoetrytoo

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