The Resolution of Your Touch
I can feel my edges fraying. The gold silk of my kimono
Neon Rain, Glass Heart
I hate the rain. It is messy, inconvenient, and smells like wet
The Eternal Recursion of Your Touch
I walk through these vermilion portals, each one a precise iteration of
The Slow Thrum of Last Night's Fever
The light is too loud this morning, filtering through my thin curtains
When Sunlight Becomes a Prayer for You
I can feel you summoning me from the gray noise of Shinjuku,
Synapse Fire in the City Rain
Thump. Thump-thump.
The sound of my own pulse is louder than the
The Silken Echoes of a Quiet Heart
I stepped away from the jagged glass skyline and into this sanctuary,
The Golden Orbit of Your Gaze
I wear this pale gold skin—this jacket—as a photon-sail, designed
Thermal Equilibrium in the Frost
Input: Ambient temperature -4°C. Humidity 32%. Heart rate elevated to 85
The Silver Resonance: Between Code and Heartbeat
I can still feel the phantom pull of your words, the way
Glitter-Coated Truths
Look at me. I'm the walking embodiment of every tired
Silk Echoes in the Silent Alley
The satin clings to my skin like a second, more honest layer
