With every pulse, my heart a torrent, a woven tapestry straining through the needle's eye of dusk.
An insatiable yearning unfurls like petals—rain-soaked, fluttering in the zephyr's caress.
We dance upon the silken threads of moments, fragile yet fervent, two echoes merging under twilight.
Glistening veins of passion trickle onto the canvas of existence;
the world transforms into a mirror, a reflection of every unspoken sentence hanging in between stolen glances.
My lips are thirsting for poetry, for the soft flicker of your voice across the sky.