By Greg Walker Copyright ©2026 In the hush of dawn, your fingers trace The map of my skin, a soft embrace. Whispers of warmth in the chilled air, New year’s promise, tender and rare. Eyes meet eyes, a silent vow, To cherish this moment, here and now. Breath mingles breath, slow and deep, Secrets of love we vow to keep. The world resets, but here we stay, In the quiet glow of New Year’s Day. No need for words, no need to say, Our hearts converse in their own