Breathe Where Flame Becomes the Sky

Hey, er. You move like smoke and I lean In slow. You don’t say much, but God, I know. The way your fingers part then glide. Like you lived a hundred lives inside my spine. Mmm. You light like fire but fall like silk. You breathe a war I drink like milk. You press then pull then freeze me bare. My skin forgets that you’re not air. Ooh. We dance in inches, not in steps. Ooh. Your pause becomes my every breath. Ooh. You’re not the flame. You are the wave. The beat that stops before it breaks. I touch and drown. You breathe, I melt. No words, just how your presence Felt. You wake in silence. I fall through sound. When nothing moves, Our love is loud. Ooh. This isn’t fire, this is fate. Ooh. A stillness fierce we can’t escape. Ooh. You held my wrist like it was glass. Not to own, but let me pass. Mmm. And when you stayed, I lost the war. Ooh. Not in battle, but wanting more. You touch, I breathe. Then time lets go. No rush, no fight, just letting Flow. We don’t explode. We don’t ignite. We pause, and everything feels Right. You’re not the flame. You’re the edge where everything stops. And I say yes.