The Velvet Eclipse of a Liquid Heart
The chandelier above does not hang; it drips like golden honey from
Dali’s Mustache
The Liquefaction of a Heartbeat in the Marble Cathedral
The fountain does not spray water; it exhales liquid memories that curdle
The Liquefaction of Midnight Scent
The city outside is no longer a grid of steel; it has
The Liquefaction of a Shoreline Kiss
The ocean does not crash against the shore; it drips like molten
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
