Every time she sees me
her eyes catch fire
and her tongue brushes her lips
as if remembering an old taste.

She says nothing,
but the gesture pierces me,
leaves me trembling
as if she had spoken my name
in the language of desire.

They built — a wall of Silence —
and crowned it — with their creed —
declaring Love — a trespass —
no heart should dare to need —

Your blue eyes — still betrayed you —
they sought me — through the frost —
but chains — of old obedience —
declared our haven — lost —

So I — remain the exile —
cast out — though not by you —
for Love — was never guilty —
yet punished — all the same — too —

I walk — as though the daylight —
forgot to take my name —
its golden invitations —
addressed — but not the same —

The rooms — admit my shadow —
yet never know my face —
I speak — but find my echo —
has vanished — into space —

And so — I wear the silence —
as others wear their skin —
for what the world won’t notice —
can still exist — within —

They gather — in a circle —
all polished for display —
their laughter — like a mirror —
that keeps the world away —

I knock — but there’s no opening —
their doors are made of glass —
you see the feast — from outside —
but never seem to pass —

And yet — beyond the glitter —
a quieter meadow grows —
where souls — without their costumes —
find shade the daylight knows —

He looks — as though the Silence —
had lent him all its weight —
and every word — unspoken —
still lingers at the Gate —

His eyes — they search to find me —
yet never cross the seam —
as if the soul approached me —
but only in a dream —

I stand — as if a Question —
awaiting to be heard —
but he — becomes the Answer —
and never speaks — a word —