The Scent of Wisteria by the Two Lights
I remember how my breath used to feel like a trapped bird
The Geometry of Quiet Desires
I spent three years mastering the art of the power suit, learning
The Salt-Scented Pause Between Us
The city had become a noise I could no longer tune out—
The Chrome Pulse of a Dying Sun
I stand on this white balcony like an altar carved from bleached
The Indigo Sanctuary of Breath
I sit here, a study in restraint. The grey ribbing of my
Lace Architecture in Lunar Tide
I have spent my life treating the body as a canvas for
The Scent of Salt on a Silk Morning
I have spent the better part of a decade measuring my life
Where My Soul Finds Its Summer Home
The city had been loud—too loud. For months, my life was
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
BUFFERING: The Taste of Salt and Sunsets
The city was a loop—a corrupted script of steel and fluorescent
Salt Air and Fevered Skin
The city had left me cold—a sterile chill of glass offices
The Resonance of Two Heartbeats at High Tide
I stand here, palms pressed together in a silent prayer that is
