ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
9. 8. 2026
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When I kiss you, your stubble maps my lips. It doesn't hurt — it rather reminds me that tenderness has a texture. In your throat is a calm, in your lips a decision that needs no witnesses. And I am not falling apart in it. I am just closing like a door that finally fits its frame.
Když tě líbám,
stubble is making a map on my lips.
It doesn't hurt —
rather, it reminds,
that tenderness has a surface.
In your throat is peace,
in your lips a decision,
that needs no witnesses.
And I am not falling apart in it.
I am only closing myself
like a door that finally clicks into the frame.
