Beneath the Moon’s Embrace

Beneath the silken gaze of night, where shadows whisper secrets,
A tender pulse quickens, a silent symphony swells.

The moon, a shy Muse, dips her light into the dark,
And ripples flow where the shore of silence meets the soul.

In the hollow of the hand, a breath unfurls its wings,
Soft as petals opening to the touch of air.

The body, a vessel of song, hums in harmony with the stars,
Each beat a drumroll, each pulse a word unsaid.

Time is a river, carrying the echoes of the past,
And here, where breath and blood meet, a current stirs.

In the quiet of the night, the heart speaks its own language,
A poem written on the skin, read by hands that yearn to know.

The touch moves like a wave, slow and insistent,
Carrying with it the memory of the ocean’s embrace.

And in this space between the sky and the breath,
We find the rhythm, ancient as the stars above.

A dance unfolds, unseen yet felt by all,
Where every line and curve tells its own story.

In the cradle of the present, the past and future merge,
A melody that lingers, a pulse that endures.

The breath, a refrain, carries the weight of time,
And in the quiet, the body remembers its song.

Here, where touch and time converge,
We are both transient and eternal,
Like the moon, forever new, forever old.