Steam Resides Here

When Silence Begins to Blush

You are raising my internal heartbeat,
driving up the pressure,
steaming up the fire…
like a steamboat cruising slowly down the Mississippi River at midnight.

Sweet thing, phrasing those notes into my ears,so sweet and smooth.
The atmosphere barely knows how to behave anymore.

The room glows softer now.
The lights seem warmer.
Even the silence has started blushing.

And there you are—
moving through my thoughts
like warm river wind against sheer curtains.

Every time the music bends,
my breathing follows behind it.
Every slow phrase pulls another piece of me
deeper into the current.

Lord…
this sweetness should come with a warning label.

Because somewhere between the saxophone and your presence,
my guarded heart quietly loosened its grip
and started dancing barefoot across the floor
without asking permission.

Now the night feels alive,
the river keeps rolling,
and this old steamboat heart inside my chest
just keeps on moving toward you.

Heart & Pen 🖊️

by Leona

Write the Feeling—Share the Atmosphere.