Whispers Between the lines

 So near I hear your voice echo through the hollow chambers of my heart, gliding softly across the walls of my soul But I can’t touch you Can’t taste the silence curled behind your lips, can’t trap your scent between my fingers, can’t steal your breath with mine Can’t thread my hands through your hair You’re so close my thoughts move with yours without the need for eyes. So close, it becomes torment: to feel you everywhere but never in my arms I don’t ache from distance I ache from how near you almost are... Nidal Sati

Between us,   a kiss hangs in the air  weightless, unfinished,   tormenting me   each time you cross my mind.   My lips remember   a taste they’ve never touched,   your mouth  a flame etched into my thoughts,   a shape I trace in dreams,   soft as a question   left unanswered.   Will you leave, my love,   without tasting what haunts us both?   Will you surrender a war   we never dared to begin just to avoid the burn   of a kiss we were meant to lose ourselves in? Nidal Sati