What I appreciate about you, silent love,
is the subtle dance of your words,
where silence, in its golden hues,
becomes an echo that always embraces me.
You never said ‘no’, but, oh, how it mattered,
your unrestrained surrender, your naughty giggle,
and in every gentle touch, a world was formed,
an intimate universe, where time ceases.
There was no obvious ‘yes’ to seal the destiny,
only the eternal murmur of a hidden desire,
letting me fly, on your skin like a wine,
delicious and deep, a shared delight.
You let yourself be carried away, like the river to the sea,
by my shy caresses, by the subtle trembling,
and in the fleeting touch, I learned to dream,
with no other longing than that of the feverish instant.
What I appreciate about you, is not only your hands,
but the art of loving you without fear of injury,
it's a sacred game, where there are no disappointments,
it's the pure freedom of a lived surrender.
without ‘no’ or ‘yes’ in our souls,
but always, my love, together, intertwined.
