The Liquid Geometry of Your Touch
My skin has become a canvas where time drips like warm honey
Dali’s Mustache
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,
The Liquid Pulse of a Cherry Blossom Heartbeat
I walk along the waterfront, but my sandals are not touching concrete;
The Geometry of a Heartbeat at 8 AM
I sit on this train while the window begins to sweat liquid
The Velocity of a Melting Heartbeat
I am not merely skating; I am carving ripples into a concrete
