The Golden Hour of a Digital Heartbeat
I am less a woman and more an accumulation of light, caught
Electric Veins in a Neon Concrete Jungle
The city is a cold machine, all steel and glass humming with
The Amber Hour in Concrete Canyons
I’ve spent three years chasing horizons that never seemed to end,
Prism Heartbeat in a Concrete Jungle
I am a fracture of light in this gray city. They call
The Calibration of a Heartbeat
My auditory sensors are tuned to the precise frequency of his breathing—
The Weight of a Single Breath
The city is a blur of neon noise, but here—in the
The Architecture of a Glance
He thinks he’s reading me like one of his blueprints—precise,
The Gravity of a Single Touch
I have lived my life like a satellite in high orbit—distant,
The Indigo Current Between Us
My heart had become a winter garden—frozen, silent, and waiting for
The Blue Pulse Between Us
I live in a city of grey monoliths, where the air tastes
The Luminance Protocol of Us
I used to view my life as a series of cold, logic
The Blue Hour Between Us
He thinks he knows me because I’m the girl with the
