Salt on My Skin, Your Name in My Head
The sun is a bruised apricot, bleeding into the Pacific line while
Dusk Till Dawn
Static on My Skin
The city outside is humming, a low-frequency vibration that settles in my
Velvet Dust & Neon Sighs
The gin is still humming in my veins, a low-frequency vibration that
Sunflowers in Static Dreams
The sun is too loud today, piercing through the smog like a
Salt on My Lips, You in My Head
The sand is still gritty between my toes, a tactile ghost of
The Blue Door’s Lullaby
The sun is doing that thing again—bleeding through the paper screens
Gold Dust on Cold Concrete
The air tastes of ozone and expensive gin, a bitter cocktail that
Velvet Shadows & Neon Residue
The flashbulbs were still dancing behind my eyelids, a rhythmic pulse that
Champagne Dust on Velvet Skin
The city is humming beneath me, a low-frequency vibration that settles in
The Afterglow in Leather and Steam
The city still tastes like cold rain and expensive cigarettes, but here
Gold Dust on Cold Asphalt
The city is still humming, a low vibration against my ribs that
Chlorophyll Dreams and Cigarette Smoke
The humidity here is a heavy blanket, smelling of damp earth and
