They say the eyes
kiss long before the mouth does.
That there are glances
that have already chosen each other before coming closer,
that understand each other without touching.
That sometimes desire
arrives first
and the body only follows afterward.
With us, it was like that.
No words were needed.
I knew it from the way you looked at me,
in that still second
where the world became small
and everything else stopped mattering.
It didn’t seem like anything.
And it was everything.
Not an exaggerated gesture,
nor an intense movie-star stare.
It was something simpler, more dangerous:
that silent certainty
that if we took one more step,
there would be no turning back.
And yet, we stayed right there.
Holding the moment.
Not moving forward, not stepping back.
Letting our eyes do
everything the mouth
still didn’t dare.
Then came the strange silences.
The conversations that seemed normal
but carried something underneath.
The goodbyes that lasted a little longer than necessary.
Because when the eyes have already said too much,
everything else starts to fall out of place.
Maybe that’s why they say
the eyes kiss first:
to explain what doesn’t happen,
to name that kind of kiss
that only takes place inside.
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