They speak the unspoken,
translating the syntax of a look -
shy embarrassment
and a coy smile.
We who have grown old,
comfortable in our skins
having studied long in this class,
have forgotten the pressure of its first test - how thick the air becomes
when you are still learning the difference between yes and no.
She offers her laugh to the invisible city all around her,
an unashamed note of trust
that he reads as permission.
A green light to carry on,
to let him pull her to him - not out of surrender,
but as the first test of her own borders,
discovering that she is the one
who keeps the control.
He answers with a growing boldness,
the hands of a boy
learning the skills of a man,
breaking the code of her proximity.
Discovering that the world doesn't end at the touch
more; begins there.
They are practicing the moves,
finding the boundaries
in a quiet rehearsal
staged in the open,
where the only thing that matters
is the heat left behind,
the understanding discovered
and the unwritten comfort created between them.
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