The Scent of Rose Tea in a Concrete Forest
The city outside is a hum of neon and indifference, but inside
Midnight Diner
A Sip of Silk in the Industrial Heart
The city outside hums like a distant refrigerator, constant and cooling. I
A Sip of Spring in a Concrete Winter
The city outside is a grey blur of sirens and steam, but
Lavender Tea and the Taste of Lingering Summer
The city always hums at 2 AM, a low vibration that settles
The Scent of Velvet and Steeped Silence
The rain in this city doesn't wash away the heat;
The Velvet Curtains of a Midnight Miso Soup
The theater is silent, but my heart beats in a rhythm that
The Salt on My Lips, The Warmth in Your Eyes
The sun doesn't set so much as it dissolves into
The Salt of the Tide, The Heat of the Soul
The sand still clings to my skin, a gritty reminder of the
The Salt of a Summer's End
The sun is dipping low, painting the horizon in hues of apricot
The Salt of Your Skin, The Warmth of My Tea
The ocean has a way of washing away the city's
The Salt of the Sea, The Sweetness of a Shared Secret
The salt air is thick today, clinging to my skin like a
Saltwater on the Tongue, Honey in the Heart
The ocean has a way of washing away the grit of the
