I wish you could feel what I feel—
what a privilege it is
to be here with you,
bare.
I saw you standing under the light—
and for a moment,
the world went still.
It was just you.
The glow traced your face,
slid down your skin,
and I swear the moment was made for you.
I couldn’t look away.
I was focused—
hypnotized—
by the way the light clung to you,
how it followed every curve,
as if it already knew your body.
You looked at me,
and everything else disappeared.
The air shifted,
the room faded into the motion of us,
and I felt you—
the rhythm in your breath,
the heat in your gaze,
your eyes tracing light across my skin,
the quiet pull only we could feel.
The world stops when we do.
In that space between us,
I swear I could change your life
with just one breath.
You can’t deny it—
the air hums with our timing,
and for once,
everything feels exactly
where it’s meant to be.
All I could ever want—
right here, right now,
right in front of me.
You know the timing is right—
the pull, the fire, the rhythm in us.
The motion of us—
under the light
that only we hold.
Slow Burn Poetry 