A Gaze Unspun

[Verse 1]
The air, a thick obsidian hum, between us spun,
Your quiet gaze, a thread I watched softly come undone.
A silent plea, a cochineal blush I barely caught,
A fragile pattern, from some ancient dream you'd sought.
My hands, they felt the echo of a touch untold,
A story waiting, in that crowded, lonely fold.

[Chorus]
That silent language, traced across your skin,
A cochineal pulse, where the real story begins.
Every flicker, every breath, a pattern I can feel,
A truth your hands won't speak, but your spirit will reveal.

[Verse 2]
Your head inclined, a serpentine curve in the dim light's grace,
A fragile strength, an ancestral wisdom in that space.
My memory, a loom, it pulls each thread you show,
Through every subtle shift, a silent story starts to grow.
The way your fingers find a rhythm, soft and slow,
A quiet incantation, only my heart can know.

[Chorus]
That silent language, traced across your skin,
A cochineal pulse, where the real story begins.
Every flicker, every breath, a pattern I can feel,
A truth your hands won't speak, but your spirit will reveal.

[Bridge]
We stand apart, by distance gently frayed,
Yet in these gestures, promises are made.
A fragile resilience, a mended seam I see,
A quiet longing reaching out to me.

[Outro]
The gaze unspun, across the room it fades,
A quiet yearning, through the indigo shades.