Gaze
Gaze into your eyes
and feel a warmth I cannot name—
not fire, not light
but something trembling in between
a quiet fever without a claim
Soft as the hour before the sun
when night still clings to the sky in blue
yet burning beneath my skin
a hidden, lucid, cobalt hue
Your breath breezes against my face
a hush that stirs the dark to bloom
I’m lost in your tender grace
In your dreamy shades and perfume
A sultry fragrance, slow and deep
unfurls like wine left out in air
I drink it through my lips
and find yours lingering there
Then on my tongue—a minty trace
Cool as the first morning dew
Twilight veils your flushed face
as if the dawn itself were you
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