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Hold me in the brinehearted cinema of night
Fade the credits slowly till the street turns light
Curtains breathe like gills along the window frame
My name sinks gently when you mouth it without aim
Air is thick with velvet, low and honey-warm
I drift inside your shoulder, safe from any storm
We learned to sleep in paragraphs the city never wrote
Your pulse a quiet lantern in the dark behind my throat
Let me drift in your tidal lull, half-awake and sweet
Underneath the softest waves where our temperatures meet
I won’t surface for the noise that daytime always brings
Keep me in your harbor with the hush of steady wings
Coffee finds the floor like rain that lost its cloud
The night adjusts its collar, looser, unashamed and loud
Your laugh turns gravity into a tender slope
I slide across the mattress into salted hope
We breathe in lowercase, the commas long and slow
Your breath repeats the shoreline only we can know
Let me drift in your tidal lull, half-awake and sweet
Underneath the softest waves where our temperatures meet
I won’t surface for the noise that daytime always brings
Keep me in your harbor with the hush of steady wings
If silence is an ocean, I’ll speak it without air
If distance is a vessel, I’ll sail it like a prayer
Name the deep by touch, not light—teach me how you see
I’ll count the tender swells until they carry me
Two hands, one pillow, a dim-blue room that sighs
We bury every headline in the corners of our eyes
Let me drift in your tidal lull, half-awake and sweet
Underneath the softest waves where our temperatures meet
Stay until the morning fails to tell us what to be
We’ll live below the surface, quiet, warm, and free
Leave the lamp half-open, let the moon dissolve to foam
Brinehearted cinema, roll the credits—call it home