Unspoken Connection

By Aisiri Manjunath

In silent moments, his fingers shy away,

Yet in the cadence of my name, a promise they convey.

No hands on my waist, nor lips entwined,

Yet in his gaze, a touch profound I find.

Shivers dance along the path his eyes create,

In that unspoken pact, emotions elevate.

No need for words, his gaze spells my name,

A blush blooms, a silent acknowledgement of the flame.

Nothing uttered, nothing done,

When he claimed my name, a dance began.

In the language of glances, a story unfolds,

No need for touch, for the tale it holds.