Seduction: Romantic Poem Archival Note: SA–LV–2026–020

Mon amour

The night is heavy with the perfume of night blooming jasmine from the terrace but it is your scent, something unnamed, that haunts this room.

They think they know me here. They see the composed silhouette against the balcony, the polite smile in the drawing room. But you, you are the only one who has ever seen the crack in the facade. The only one for whom I would stand at that railing, my knuckles white from the sheer effort of not turning, not running, not dissolving into the want you awoke in me.

Do you remember? Of course you do. The question is foolish. We don’t have memories; we have shared ghosts. The ghost of your hands settling on my hips as if they had finally found their home. The ghost of your breath on the nape of my neck, a confession more intimate than any word. That night you mapped me. You charted a territory on my skin that now lies dormant, a kingdom in exile, waiting for its sovereign to return.

And now, this is the unbearable arithmetic of our distance. It is measured in the space between a stranger’s casual touch and the electric print of yours. In the silence of my own bed versus the symphony of your whispered nothings. I move through my days as a curator of a magnificent, empty museum, every beautiful thing here only reminds me of the one masterpiece that is missing.

I am done with pretending this is a mere interlude. This is the main story. Everything else is a footnote.

So I am issuing a summons to my own heart. Meet me. Where it began. At the hour when the world surrenders to blue. Come to our terrace, to our chair left askew in the moonlight, a placeholder for you.

And when you come, don’t speak. Words have failed us or perhaps we have outgrown them. Let the language of a glance, the grammar of a touch, be our only dialect. Just find me in the shadows. You’ll know where I’ll be. I am always there, in that same eternal moment, waiting for you to make time start again.

Yours...x 

P.S. I have left the light on in the window. It is the only warm thing in this blue night. Let it guide you home.