April 10, 2026
Elexis Johnson
At first we never said it outright
Never named the spark
That was sparking between us
Everytime our eyes met
A second too long.
But the heat lived
In the pauses
In the almosts,
In the way your voice
Spoke softer
When you spoke to me
It was in the space
Between your hands and mine,
Close enough to feel,
To far to claim
Were writing entire chapters
In glances
In breathes
In the subtle tilt
Of wanting
Some stories
Never need words
To burn
Our lived
In the heat between the line
Quiet
Undeniable
dangerous
– E. J.