The Iridescent Echo of Us

I fled the city's iron pulse—the relentless ticking of clocks and the cold breath of skyscrapers that never sleep. I carried within me a silence so heavy it felt like stone, until I found this sanctuary where the earth weeps in crystalline veils.
Here, beneath an iridescent sky, my skin drinks the sun’s gold while the waterfall hums a lullaby to my weary soul. He is waiting for me at the edge of the tide—the man whose touch feels like morning light on dew-kissed petals. We do not speak; we let our breaths synchronize with the rhythmic sigh of the ocean.
As he draws near, his gaze lingers on the curve of my waist and the shimmer of my suit, a silent poem written in longing. The air between us vibrates—a delicate tension like silk stretched thin over fire. When his fingers finally brush against mine, it is not just skin meeting skin; it is two lonely islands merging into one continent.
I close my eyes as he pulls me closer, the cool mist of the falls dancing on our shoulders while we burn in a slow, steady heat. In this suspended moment, between salt and spray, I realize that healing is not a destination—it is simply being held by someone who knows exactly how to listen to your silence.

Editor: Lyric