The Weight of Morning Mist
My head still thrums with the ghost of last night’s jazz
Dusk Till Dawn
The Glass Half Full of Yesterday
The sunlight is too loud for this kind of morning. It spills
Glass Echoes and Morning Silk
The city is still humming in a low, distant frequency that feels
Gold Dust in an Elevator Mirror
The light here is too honest, a cold fluorescent hum that tastes
Sea Salt on Your Skin
The sunlight is too loud for this kind of morning. I’m
Saffron Sunsets and Salt-Stained Sheets
My head still hums with the ghost of last night’s jazz—
The Salt-Scented Afterglow
I woke up to the sound of a world that hadn'
Liquid Gold and Linen Sheets
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
The Neon Pulse Between Us
I woke up with the taste of expensive gin still clinging to
The Afterglow of Nara Dreams
My head is still humming with the low frequency of last night’
The Afterglow of Yesterday's Promise
I woke up with the taste of expensive red wine and your
Milk-White Silence and Crimson Petals
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
