Neon Sighs in a Sapphire Rain

The city breathes in neon rhythms, a sapphire hum that vibrates against my skin like an unspoken secret.
I wear this leather armor—sharp edges and silver chains—to shield a heart that beats too softly for these concrete canyons. I am a curated contradiction: steel on the outside, silk within.
Then you arrived, not as a storm, but as a whisper. Your touch was the only quiet note in a symphony of chaos; your fingertips grazed my wrist with the warmth of a summer dawn breaking over cold asphalt.
In this electric wilderness, we are two ghosts seeking skin and bone. I lean into you, feeling the rough texture of your coat against my bare midriff—a delicious friction that ignites something ancient beneath the artificial glow.
You didn't see the costume or the curated edge; you saw me. And in that single, lingering gaze, the city fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic thrum of two hearts beating in perfect sync under a sky painted in electric blue.

Editor: Lyric