When the air around us stills
and silence drapes itself over our shoulders
not awkwardly, but not exactly comfortably either
I unwillingly start to wonder
and without meaning to I tend to overthink
the sweetest thing that I foolishly dared to hope for.
I ponder what your word means
and whether any other heart longingly smoulders
touched by your enigmatic smile and would you be eager?
It swipes me up and takes me under
and I cannot suck in a breath. My dreams sink
paralysed by the poisonous thought of you wanting more.
You smirk at me, hiding a chuckle
and hold me, engulfing in a scent I associate with home
promising without saying a word not to desert my naive soul.
I roll my eyes, but don’t try to struggle,
and melt into you, feeling grateful and a little bit sore,
I don’t know how, but you managed to stitch the bleeding hole.