It wasn’t really a night
It was broad daylight,
But something about your gaze
Turned the sun to shade and light to haze.

I wish I could tell you,
How I admire the way your eyes burn through
Every wall I’ve ever built
Soft fire wrapped in lashes, sharp as guilt.

But words can’t hold the truth in me,
Not until you’re right in front of me
Not until silence wraps the air,
And you kneel without fear, without a care.

You won’t understand what poetry means,
Not in verses, nor in written scenes
But in that breathless moment, still and wide,
When hearts no longer need to hide.