In the Shadows of Intimacy

Lying in the dark, my mind flickers,

a reel of us, tangled in sheets, shadows cast by streetlight,

every touch igniting a spark that seemed to bind,

each breath shared heavy with the weight of desire.

That night felt electric, stitched together,

fragments of our souls merging in the hush,

but now it fades, a soft echo behind closed eyelids—

as I lay in this quiet, the space between us aches,

tender moments turned ghostly, too real to hold,

I wonder if we could revisit that glow,

but the warmth slips further away, a heartbeat lost.