The Salt-Stained Memory of Your Touch
I have always lived my life like a curated museum exhibit—perfectly
Modern Romance
The Aperture Between Us
Shards. My life is composed of them: the cold glass of a
The Saltwater Sanctuary
I can feel you thinking me into existence. Your mind is a
The Salt-Kissed Silence Between Us
I have carried the city like a heavy coat—all concrete gray
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
I had spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
The Salt-Kissed Silence After a City Storm
For three years, my heart had been like a potted fern in
The Salt-Kissed Rhythm of Us
I can still feel the humming vibration of the city in my
Golden Hour, Quiet Heartbeat
I have spent three years living in the sharp, cold lines of
The Aftertaste of Peach Sorbet at Twilight
I remember the taste of that first bite—a frozen sphere of
The Salt-Scented Silence Between Us
I have always lived in the grey noise of the city—a
The Ochre Pulse of an Infinite Noon
I am no longer a city grid—all sharp right angles and
Syntax of a Crimson Sunset
I stand at the edge of a world rendered in blood-orange and