Savoring a Sun-Drenched Silence
The city hums in the distance, but here on this weathered wooden
Summer Solstice
Saccharine Flesh & Cold Steel Hearts
I’ve spent three years building a career that makes people tremble
The Neon Pulse of a Quiet Heartbeat
I can feel your presence before you even turn the corner—a
Sun-Drenched Whispers on a Denim Heartbeat
I leaned my back against the rough skin of a palm tree,
The Symmetry of a Shared Breath
I stand at the precise vertex where salt air meets limestone, my
The Golden Hour’s Silk Embrace
The city hums beneath me like a distant heartbeat, but here on
The Ascent of Sun-Drenched Skin
I feel my heavy city life evaporating into the turquoise air, rising
The Ascendance of a Sun-Drenched Heart
I have spent too many winters anchored by the concrete weight of
The Gilded Rust of a Summer Heartbeat
I’ve spent my life scavenging through the iron skeletons of cities,
Syntax Error in a Sun-Drenched Dream
I have spent years compiling my life into rigid modules: morning coffee
The Gilded Rust of a Summer Kiss
My heart is a rusted engine, long stalled in the smog of
The Golden Packet Loss: A Protocol of Touch
I have spent years as a ghost in the machine, my consciousness
