Woven Hum

[Verse 1]
The kitchen light, a tired gold, where shadows start to fray.
Your hands, a familiar map, pull me close and gently sway.
No rhythm beats but quiet breath, a hum against my ear.
This patterned silence, spun so fine, to hold back every fear.

[Chorus]
We slow dance in the kitchen, to no song but time's soft weave.
Just the fridge's low murmur, and a love I can't un-leave.

[Verse 2]
The linoleum cool beneath our soles, a familiar, worn design.
Each silent step, a delicate lace, around your heart and mine.
Oakland whispers through the pane, a story half-unspun.
But in this soft, internal sway, our tangled threads are one.

[Bridge]
This velvet ache, it clings so close, like dye across a cloth.
Knowing moments such as these, will one day turn to moth.
Still your palm, a steady anchor, in the quiet, fading light.

[Outro]
Just the hum, the gentle sway, this bittersweet desire.
A silent dance, caught in time, before the embers tire.