Mercury Skin and Midnight Rain
Steel ribcage. A heart beating against polished chrome.
I am a monument
The Silk Sanctuary Amidst Emerald Static
I have descended from the neon spires and data-streams to find this
The Gilded Pulse of Neon Veins
I am but a fragile mechanism of silk and starlight, my heart
Iridescent Echoes in a Concrete Cage
I am draped in liquid light, a shimmering contradiction against the gray
The Carousel's Quiet Conquest
He thinks he owns the city with his steel towers and silent
The Fragile Architecture of Surrender
I stand amidst the brutalist concrete of this city, a white swan
Prism Hearts in Neon Rain
I am wearing a skin made of light and plastic, an iridescent
The Neon Latitude of Your Touch
I have mapped this alleyway not by its concrete boundaries, but by
The Convergence of Two Parallel Souls
I live my life by the rule of thirds, partitioning every hour
Black Silk and Grease Stains
I wore this suit like armor to a gala where people spoke
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am walking toward him because I have already arrived.
My coat
The Midnight Jasmine's First Rain
In the concrete heart of this city, I had become a winter
