Heartwood Hum

The refrigerator breathes a low, ancient hum,
While your pulse against mine, a root-deep drum.
Outside, the city sighs its verdant ache,
But here, the silence for our souls to break.

[Chorus]
Just the heartwood hum, a whispered sway,
In this quiet kitchen, we lose the day.

[Verse 2]
My fingers trace the fragile moss of your skin,
A landscape where hidden rivers begin.
Each breath, a glass-winged whisper, soft and keen,
Illuminating all that's felt, unseen.

[Chorus]
Just the heartwood hum, a whispered sway,
In this quiet kitchen, we lose the day.

[Bridge]
This slow unfolding, a blossom in the dark,
A sacred language leaving its silent mark.
Beneath the surface, truths entwine and bloom,
Dispelling shadows from this quiet room.

[Outro]
Lost in the rhythm, a deep earth prayer.
Just us, breathing quiet, twilight air.