The Geometry of a Cold Heartbeat
The flashbulbs explode like frozen stars against the humid night, a relentless
Champagne Noir
The Velvet Geometry in Yellow Iron
I let the city wind comb my hair, a chaotic caress against
Liquid Gold on a Concrete Altar
The city exhales neon and I inhale the cool, wet air. Here
The Solitude of Silk and Stone
I sit upon the cold limestone, a queen in exile from my
The Solitude of Caramelized Heat
The city hums a low, electric frequency that vibrates through the soles
The Geology of Warmth
The Great Wall stretches into the mist, a monument to cold stone
The Humidity of a Heartbeat
The air here tastes like ozone and sterilized water, devoid of the
The Orbit of Us
The airlock seal hisses, a mechanical kiss against the silence.
I sit
Ephemeral Bloom
The cherry blossoms fall, a delicate snow against the grey. Another spring
Ephemeral Bloom
The pale pink was a whim, of course. A distraction from the
The Gilded Cage of Memory
He arrived, predictably, with the late afternoon light—a man sculpted by
The Gilded Cage of Absence
He sends orchids, always white. A gesture, I suppose, to match the
