mellow dew
was it casual?
when you said my name,
like it was fated to be yours?
like it was meant to fall from your lips,
a single syllable,
so delicate,
so untouchable.
did you even notice?
how your voice softened,
as though one word,
one name,
could carry the weight of everything?
did you notice how i froze,
just for a moment,
as if trying to catch my breath —
like the air had been stolen from my lungs,
like i could live a whole lifetime
inside the sound of my name
if it came from your mouth?
and then,
in that moment,
it felt like nothing else mattered,
except the way my name sounded when you said it,
like it was everything,
like it had a life of its own,
and for a second,
i wondered if i was meant to hear it at all.
but,
somewhere between your words and the silence,
your hands found mine,
just like that,
as if the world had always been waiting
like it was an instinct,
like you’d done it a thousand times before,
like it always belonged in yours.
for a moment,
the world around us fell away.
like there was no one else,
no one else to see us like this.
it was just us,
suspended in time.
i watched your fingers brush mine,
like they were learning the shape of me,
like we were meant to fit.
i fell into your touch
like it was my own;
i fell into the softness of your skin
against mine,
like it was the only thing that made sense.
but somewhere between then and now,
something changed.
a different day,
a different moment.
something shifted —
sudden. unexpected.
zealous jasper
bronze flax
slim gate
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quasi monolith
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