The Liquefaction of a Shoreline Kiss
The ocean does not crash against the shore; it drips like molten
Dali’s Mustache
The Liquefaction of Noon
The ocean is no longer water; it has become a thick, turquoise
The Liquefaction of a Noon Sigh
The sun does not rise; it drips from the ceiling of the
The Geometry of a Melting Summer
The ocean is no longer water; it has become a thick, cerulean
The Geometry of a Melting Heartbeat
The roller coaster is not a machine; it is a giant, copper-plated
The Tide of Liquid Time and Salted Skin
The ocean is not water today; it is a thick, sapphire syrup
The Liquefied Noon of My Skin
The sun is not a sphere; it is a weeping eye of
The Petal's Soft Rebellion Against Time
The city above me is a skeleton of glass and geometry, but
The Bicycle of Liquid Seconds
The sky above the rice paddies isn't just blue; it
The Liquefaction of Noon
The sun is not a sphere; it is a golden yolk dripping
Where Seconds Melt into Skin
I step onto the crosswalk, but the asphalt beneath my sneakers has
The Geometry of Melting Heartbeats
The stone walls beneath my palms are not mere rock; they are
