When My Lips First Touched Yours - 2

 

When my lips
First touched yours,
The universe trembled—
As though silence itself
Had blossomed into thunder.

No music played,
No voice was heard,
Yet something in the wind
Whispered our word.

Breathless hearts
Spoke without speech,
While closed eyes
Reached soul to soul’s reach.

The first dew
Of your velvet lips—
Like moonlight falling
On a rose’s tips.

No stories spoken,
No promises made,
Yet the kiss
Was a vow softly laid.

That moment,
That trembling fire,
Lit a thousand suns
Of quiet desire.

You trembled,
I stood still,
Time bent down
To feel our will.

The air paused,
The stars bent near,
And kissed the shadows
We held dear.

In that touch
A thousand dreams stirred,
Unborn poems,
Unspoken word.

Even now,
Your lips return in dreams,
Like a breeze
Flowing through memory’s seams.

Mornings rise
Warmed by your scent,
Nights fall
With your sighs, silent and spent.

You come near
Without a sound,
And my breath
Is heaven-bound.

Love doesn’t need
A voice to begin—
One kiss writes
The world within.

Your lips still rest
Where mine had kissed,
And all of time
Remains in mist.