VERDANDI ORIGINS: ALLURE

"Allure"

A glance misplaced, a breath too near,
A tremble drawn from doubt and fear.
It moves not fast, but never still,
A whisper dressed in quiet will.

No thread to pull, no form to trace,
Just heat that lives in empty space.
It asks for nothing, leaves no cure,
Allure: the want you can’t endure.