The Eternal First Meeting at Sunset
I am wearing this pink swimsuit because you told me yesterday that
summer nostalgia
The Suspension of Summer Sighs
The city is a heavy thing, all concrete anchors and iron schedules,
The Gingham Interval: Three Heartbeats in Summer
I hold the popsicle like a frozen talisman, its pink stripes melting
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, smelling of salt
The Gilded Pulse of Azure Silence
My existence had long felt like a rusted mechanism, the gears of
A Golden Hour Suspension
The city always feels too loud, a constant hum of expectations and
The Saltwater Interval
Tokyo is a machine that never stops humming, and I had become
Mint Oxide on a Salted Shore
I feel like a piece of polished chrome dropped into the grit
Saffron Saltwater Dreams
The city always felt like a damp wool coat, heavy and smelling
Sun-Drenched Hues of a Summer Sigh
The frame is overexposed, bleeding light at the edges like an old
Azure Solitude in Concrete White
The studio is a void of bleached white, an artificial winter designed
The Iridescent Echo of a Summer Dream
I remember the way the city air always felt too heavy, thick
