The Liquid Horizon of a Melting Heartbeat
The pool water is not H2O; it is a puddle of dissolved
Surreal Romance
The Teacup of Liquefied Time
The sky over Tokyo does not set; it dissolves like a sugar
The Shoreline of Liquid Seconds
I stepped onto the sand, but it was not silica; it was
The Vanilla Eclipse of a Melting Heartbeat
The ice cream cone in my hand isn't just dessert;
The Liquid Pulse of a Cherry Blossom Heartbeat
I walk along the waterfront, but my sandals are not touching concrete;
The Liquid Hour of Your Touch
I am standing where the ocean has forgotten how to be liquid
The Liquid Clock of a Tuesday Kiss
I stepped out of my office building in Tokyo, but the pavement
The Liquid Hourglass of Our First Kiss
I stand where the sand has decided to become a river of
The Liquid Icarus of a Tuesday Afternoon
I stand beneath the shower’s silver rain, but today, gravity has
The Soft Geometry of a Melting Tuesday
I pressed my palms against the soft, waxen planes of my cheeks
The Gravity of Glittering Hearts
I stood in the center of a room where time had decided
The Geometry of Melting Puddles
My turtleneck sweater is a soft, white cloud trapped in the gravity
