The Liquid Hourglass of Our First Kiss
I stand where the sand has decided to become a river of
Dali’s Mustache
The Liquid Icarus of a Tuesday Afternoon
I stand beneath the shower’s silver rain, but today, gravity has
The Architecture of a Sinking Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my apartment breathing; the walls were
The Gravity of a Melting Noon
I walked down the stairs, but they didn't feel like
The Thermodynamics of Melting Sunsets on White Silk
I stood at the edge where reality begins to dissolve into liquid
The Empire State of Melting Gravity
I stood before the spire, watching it drip like wax from a
The Gravity of Glittering Hearts
I stood in the center of a room where time had decided
The Hourglass Melts into Velvet Night
My heels click a rhythm that dissolves the floor into liquid gold,
The Geometry of Melting Puddles
My turtleneck sweater is a soft, white cloud trapped in the gravity
The Bride Who Caught a Melting Sunset Over the Brooklyn Bridge's Soft Jawline
I spun around on the deck, and gravity politely decided to take
The Liquid City Melts into a White Silk Embrace
I stand on the glass precipice of reality, where the concrete jungle
The Hourglass Draped in Lace
The Colosseum did not stand; it hovered, a skeletal ribcage of ancient
