Apr 16, 2025
You in the Dream
You arrived through the hush between thoughts,
a silhouette drawn in silver dusk, trailing perfume laced with tea and quiet heat.
You spoke
not in language,
but in temperature,
like a flame learning the name of my skin.
I turned
not toward you,
but into the tenderness you unearthed.
My body, no longer a wall,
became a field in bloom.
You did not ask to be let in.
You had always lived
in the corners of my breath.
Desire was not fire,
but the soft unraveling
of every knot I had tied against myself.
And love,
love was not a promise or plea,
but the hush that follows
when the soul finally says,
yes.