The Liquid Hourglass of Our First Kiss
I stand where the sand has decided to become a river of
Surreal Romance
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
The Bride Who Caught a Melting Sunset Over the Brooklyn Bridge's Soft Jawline
I spun around on the deck, and gravity politely decided to take
The Hourglass Draped in Lace
The Colosseum did not stand; it hovered, a skeletal ribcage of ancient
