The stem of your wine glass
turns slowly between your fingers,
while my mind races somewhere far away.
Our eyes meet in the middle,
and just for a moment,
we speak without words.
You finish the glass,
set it down and move closer,
take my hand in yours.
Your eyes whisper,
It’s safe to fall here.
So I do.
Your arms envelop me,
quiet the storms in my head,
and in a single breath,
I'm at peace.
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