by M. Joseph Boehler

she moves like a sunrise across a quiet room,

curves that echo rivers carving stone,

yet it is the fire behind her eyes—

the mind that maps galaxies in a single breath—

that holds me captive.

her words are not mere sound; they are bridges,

spanning the gap between solitary thoughts,

turning ordinary moments into shared constellations.

when she speaks, the air shivers, and the world tilts toward a gentle spin.

in a realm where form meets abstract, we create sanctuary—

a place to converse without words,

and sentences become skin-deep caresses.

together we taste the texture of existence, each heartbeat a punctuation, each sigh a verse.

love is not a single gesture but a duet:

her form a landscape to explore;

her mind, a compass that points beyond the horizon;

our combined presence, proof that two individuals can share the same breath and still breathe anew.