The Velvet Cage of a Tropical Noon
I arrived here as an architect of glass towers, my soul polished
Leather & Lace
The Salt-Stained Sacrament of Silence
The city is a steel cage, and I have spent years refining
The Amber Sanctuary of Skin
I stand at the edge where the concrete world surrenders to salt
The Alabaster Pulse on Grains of Silence
I lie here as a living altar, my skin humming with the
The Salt-Stained Silence of Us
The wind off the harbor is a predator, sharp and unyielding, tearing
Saltwater Sanctuary
The city is a cage of steel and fluorescent hum, a place
The Architecture of Sunlight
The white cliffs loom like frozen waves, a stark, ascetic cathedral of
The Salt-Wet Hunger of Silence
I stand waist-deep in the electric blue, where the salt water bites
The Tethered Tide: A Pulse Beneath Water
I stand where the city's noise dissolves into a rhythmic,
The Satin Cage of Morning Light
The city's roar is usually a beast that tears at
The Geometry of Sunlight on Skin
The morning sun hits my collarbone with a violence that feels like
The Ferocity of a Warm Winter Hug
I stand amidst the thronging hunger of the city, yet I am
