Pouty Face, Invisible Place

I want to tell you something true

about a place outside language—

a place forged only by you.

There is a way you hold

the world at arm’s length,

while possessing a hidden

world inside you—a quiet place revealed

when something touches you exactly right.

I feel it when you slow your

stare into my eyes across the room.

As if you step out of time

and leave the door open behind you

just enough for me to follow.

Your eyes become my refuge

from the noise of living,

in your world and together,

No longer watching the world watch us.

as if warm ocean air itself thins

and sound forgets its physics.

In that superposition nothing reaches

for meaning. Nothing asks to be named.

A quiet, romantic, communication

passing between us without translation.

as if the moment itself forgets

if it is in the past or future,

And when we separate again

the space closes gently, folded away,

held somewhere beneath awareness

and the kind of romance only two

lovers can know.