The Architecture of Us
We are built not of brick, but of soft shadow,Drawn close in the stillness, where the streetlights glow.The world is a sketch—a quick study in motion—But in your arms, my devotion is an ocean.Your waist, a geography my hands learn by heart,A pencil line drawn where two realities start.The simple white backdrop absorbs every sound,As the secret weight of our silence is crowned.There's a texture of denim, a curve of black dress,A portrait of belonging in a single caress.My collarbone finds the familiar grace of your shoulder,A history whispered as the evening grows colder.No color is needed to paint what is true;The spectrum of feeling exists in me and in you.Just the deep, velvet dark where your pupils reside,And the bright, honest light where our spirits coincide. - Riya
