Velvet Semaphore

[Verse 1]
Across the room, a silent pull, a current starts to weave.
Your gaze, a velvet semaphore, secrets I believe.
The air itself a fragile thread, between us, soft and keen,
A map of lines my palm has read, of places we have been.
No need for words, the light descends, a knowing, quiet glow,
This unspoken language, where our deeper longing tends to grow.

[Chorus]
Oh, the fabric speaks, a silent hum, beyond the sound.
Our hidden language, tightly spun, where we are truly found.
A vibrant dye, a gentle sway, on this triumphant ground,
We rise together, come what may, forever homeward bound.

[Verse 2]
The way your shoulder shifts, a thread unraveling slow,
A quiet longing that my own hands already know.
Past city lights, a shared breath caught, a murmur, soft and deep,
This intricate design we've wrought, while all the others sleep.
Each subtle motion, understood, a whisper, faint and true,
A delicate lace, a quietude, just me and only you.

[Bridge]
No heavy words, no spoken vow, just patterns on the air,
This seamless understanding now, a freedom we can share.
A tapestry of knowing stares, a victory in grace,
The quiet power that our intertwined desires chase.

[Outro]
My hands remember, soft and sure, this language we have spun,
A future's promise, to endure, beneath the rising sun.