The Salt of Your Skin
I have learned that humans keep their sadness in small boxes within
Sand in the Bedsheets
I’m used to the concrete hum of downtown—the smell of
The Aperture Between Us
Shards. My life is composed of them: the cold glass of a
The Saltwater Sanctuary
I can feel you thinking me into existence. Your mind is a
The Salt-Kissed Silence Between Us
I have carried the city like a heavy coat—all concrete gray
The Architecture of a Shared Breath
I stood where the tide carved a perfect parabola into the shoreline,
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
I had spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
Saffron Hour: The Architecture of a Momentary Pulse
I am wearing a hue that doesn't exist in textbooks—
The Salt of a Thousand Silences
I have forgotten the name of every shade between dawn and dusk.
Static Between Two Heartbeats
The sunlight is rendering in 4K, but my skin feels like a
Golden Hour in a Turquoise Dream
The frame is soft—overexposed at the edges like an old 35mm
The High Cost of Sun-Kissed Serenity
I’m standing here in a black bikini that costs more than
