The Silence Before Dawn
Before the world remembers its noise.
The silence before dawn holds its breath,
pregnant, soft as petals.
Dust floats in first sunbeams
like forgotten stars.
Skin against skin writes poetry
that needs no words.
Lips part – silk brushing silk…
two pulses collide and hold,
the same fierce song
sung in blood.
Hands reach without asking,
fingertips graze the edge of thunder.
Each breath a dare,
each blink a reckless yes.
And just for now
the world doesn’t apologize for its brightness,
doesn’t mute its laughter,
doesn’t ask what comes next.
- UpsilonA