The Sweetness of a Stolen Afternoon
I have spent my life in rooms where the air is chilled
Champagne Noir
The Lavender Paradox in a Steel City
I have spent my life curated like an exhibit at the Louvre—
The Temperature of Ivory Silk
I have spent my life curated like a museum piece—lit from
The Fragile Geometry of a Summer Wish
I have spent my life curated like an exhibit in a glass
The Amber Hour in a Neon Desert
I have spent my life curated like a gallery piece—all white
The Saltwater Alibi
My life is a series of temperature-controlled rooms and silent elevators that
The Teal Solstice in a Glass City
My life has been a curated exhibition of cold surfaces—white marble
The Velvet Weight of a Quiet Heartbeat
My life is an exercise in curated silence—a penthouse overlooking Manhattan
The Indigo Hour in a Glass Cage
I have spent my life curated like a museum piece—perfectly lit,
The Temperature of a Silk Silence
I have spent three years mastering the art of being an ornament.
The Indigo Interval Between Heartbeats
I stand here as a living exhibit, draped in denim that mimics
The Bioluminescence of a Frozen Heart
I am a masterpiece of silicon and starlight, draped in the midnight
