When my thoughts could enter yours,
the world would explode from passion.

Not in flame,
but in the raw beauty of knowing-
of being known.

Each breath would carry echoes of us,
woven through the air,
trembling with the heat
of unspoken understanding.

Your pulse,
my pulse,
no longer separate
but a single current
rushing through the universe.

Words would fail.
Only the language of touch,
of glances that burn,
could hold the weight
of what we'd become.

When my thoughts could enter yours,
even the stars would pause-
just to witness
our undoing.