I don't know how you did it,
but you got my body to speak
without saying a word.
Your caresses were not gentle,
they were sure, full of certainty,
like a lighthouse that guides in the mist
of the uncertain night.
And your mouth... it had a whisper,
an echo of promise,
sacred in its silence,
drawing on my skin
stories that were never told,
fragments of life
that time does not take away.
Your fingers, the pen,
always tracing paths of desire,
while the world is silent
and there is only the moment.
I don't know how you did it,
but in that divine instant,
my soul was laid bare,
and in the space between you and me,
words were drawn
that not even language can steal,
an eternal language,
where only the heart knows how to speak.