Silk Currents

Neon melts across the mirrored walls; your silhouette slides like liquid through the halls.
Silver chains catch the strobe and spark; one breath from you,
And the room goes dark.
Floorboards pulse beneath our feet; we move without a single word to speak.
The scents know every secret we hide; they wrap us tight in the electric tide.
Slowly falling,
Let the frequency take hold; pulses matching,