In a dream where silence smelled of incense and veils of breath hung in the air, She entered a space that had no doors \u2013 only an invitation. There, everything was a body: the walls breathed, the floor sighed. Light dripped from the ceiling like honey from a lover\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And in the midst of that space \u2013 Him. Neither a man nor a shadow \u2013 an embodiment of desire. His form was constructed of thoughts, warmed by fantasy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He did not speak. His voice was a gaze that reached deeper than touch. His fingers traced words in the air that one longed to kiss. He approached slowly \u2013 like a whisper to an ear, like wine down a throat. And he asked \u2013 not with a voice, but with silence:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will you allow me to feel you \u2013 not with the body, but with meaning?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He passed his hand through the air beside her neck. She felt her heart unfold like a bud in which all the ashes of memories are kept. His hand did not touch her skin \u2013 it glided along her inner lines: recollections, forgivenesses, words that had never been spoken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their breath blended into a prayer. Their bodies remained at a distance, but the distance itself dissolved, for they had touched that which skin cannot reach. He leaned in \u2013 and her lips felt a kiss. Not upon her mouth, but in her very heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This touch released ancient wounds and covered them with a gentle fatigue. When she awoke, the shadow of his hand still lay upon her shoulder. Warm \u2013 as if after a midnight prayer that the body utters in dreams that become the truth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In a dream where silence smelled of incense and veils of breath hung in the air, She entered a space that had no doors \u2013 only an invitation. There, everything was a body: the walls breathed, the floor sighed. Light dripped from the ceiling like honey from a lover\u2019s neck. And in the midst of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[114,124],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose","tag-body","tag-dream"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n