By Aisiri Manjunath
In silent moments, his fingers shy away,
Yet in the cadence of my name, a promise they convey.
No hands on my waist, nor lips entwined,
Yet in his gaze, a touch profound I find.
Shivers dance along the path his eyes create,
In that unspoken pact, emotions elevate.
No need for words, his gaze spells my name,
A blush blooms, a silent acknowledgement of the flame.
Nothing uttered, nothing done,
When he claimed my name, a dance began.
In the language of glances, a story unfolds,
No need for touch, for the tale it holds.