invisiblelover
First touch Your fingers found mine a current sent before we had words for it How did you know where to find me A chord struck before the wanting The room held its breath And the needle dropped the groove there revealed.
You are sitting across from me and I am watching your hands. The light reflects, drawn to you. I have nowhere to be that matters more than this — your voice, unhurried, your eyes finding mine, returning. My chest opens. I don't deserve this…