then, air
for Vianne Armour
— for what was already there — then, air
The room held itself
in velvet and red—
curtains heavy
with silence
rehearsed
mirrors
waiting
to repeat
marble cool
beneath it all—
centuries of steps
remembering
stillness
The light stayed longer
when you were in it
no touching—
just
gathering
around you
tracing
your edges
as if
not quite allowed
Air shifted
not in the music—
where the room
no longer
held itself
fabric
along the walls
shifting
not opening—
just
less certain
of its weight
a hush
settled
You didn’t touch me
but something in me
answered
before I knew
I didn’t want
to hold you
only to notice
the way you already moved—
before I understood
ㅤ
weight lifted
from your feet
the space between
gave
air
moved aside
the light
held
we were already
moving
the music
kept time
with our breath
our heartbeats
weight
no longer
returned
the air between
gave
ㅤ
breath
met
and held
the floor
found us again
quietly
as if
it had always
been there
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This is beautifully restrained, making it real and deeply felt. <3
I got to you didn’t touch me but something in me answered and... had to put my phone down for a second like... wow, rude, in an affectionately, as always~