Carve my name in the sweat on your collar,
lipstick constellation across your chest—
this silence is louder than stadiums,
every breath a drumbeat under this dress.
Faith splinters on the floor like pearls,
but your thumb keeps the world from tearing.
We’re a secret written in wet silk,
a red flare shot through midnight’s curtain.
Hold me till the clock forgets its numbers,
let the fabric confess what we’ll never say.