We fade in the daylight,
far from the safety of grounded reality.
Nothing is noticeable in the darkness of our desire’s shadow,
everything is kept in close whispers and warm wishes between us,
hands meeting under silent tables that shut their eyes as those hands let the seconds slide into minutes.
It’s enough to fade away,
to find a moment and make it our secret.
It’s enough to hold your hand,
and long for your lips as the minutes become hours.