Saltwater Amnesia

Concrete veins. The city hummed a grey frequency that drowned my pulse.
Then, you. A sudden detour into gold.

Orange silk against sun-scorched skin; I am a petal floating on white linen. The air tastes of brine and unspoken promises. Your lens captures not just the curve of my hip, but the silence between heartbeats.

We are two ghosts escaping the skyscraper shadows to burn under one sun. Warmth is no longer an idea—it is the weight of your gaze on my shoulder.

Let me dissolve here. Let the tide erase every deadline until only this salt-stung breath remains.

Editor: The Nameless Poet