The Saltwater Seduction of a Melting Hourglass
I stepped onto this boat and suddenly the horizon began to drip
Dali’s Mustache
The Neon Pulse of a Liquid Heartbeat
I stand in the center of an apartment that has forgotten how
The Vanilla Hour that Bent the City
I leaned against a brick wall that had begun to breathe, its
The Liquid Geometry of Your Touch
My skin has become a canvas where time drips like warm honey
The Architecture of a Softened Heartbeat
I walked through the city today, but the concrete had begun to
The Liquid Architecture of Your Gaze
I am sitting where the ocean decides to become a mirror that
The Amber Hour Where Time Drips Like Honey
I hold this glass not to drink, but to watch the city
The Sunset That Drank My Shadow
I stood on the roof while my high heels slowly turned into
The Scarlet Pulse of a Melting Tuesday
I stepped into the market just as time began to droop like
The Gravity of a Golden Slumber
I have decided to let my bones turn into liquid honey. Here,
The Basketball That Breathed My Name
I stood at the threshold of a classroom where gravity had decided
The Vanilla Eclipse of a Liquid Tuesday
I sit upon a bench that is slowly turning into warm brie,
