That energetic aura

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That energetic aura that forms
in the few centimetres between his mouth and mine,
a fleeting spark that distance brings closer,
is a whisper of stars, is pure poetry.
The heartbeats echo in this antechamber,
where time stands still and life is felt,
with its eyes, a world, and its lips, a wing,
that flies in the air, a latent instant.
Fears dissipate like fog in the day,
when our sighs intertwine in the wind,
and each glance becomes melody,
a subtle dance, a magical encounter.
That energetic aura, brief but eternal,
is a guarded secret, a fire that burns,
and though it seems fragile, it is strong and tender,
the only thing better than the sun when it sets.