The Escalator Between Two Lifetimes
I stand at the threshold of ascent, my black dress clinging like
The Clockmaker
The Paper Plane Paradox: Three Seconds at Noon
I lie on this concrete altar, the sun pressing a warm thumb
The Golden Hour Between Two Heartsbeats
I stand on the edge of a concrete world, my fingers grazing
The Pink Thread Between Two Hearts
I stand beneath the cherry blossoms, my fingertips grazing a small pink
The Turquoise Interval Between Us
I hold the handle of this mint-green Vespa, and in one singular
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I stand on the edge of this city, my blue blouse dancing
The Gravity of Your Gaze
I hold this volleyball like I am holding the axis of my
Three Heartbeats in One Afternoon
I sit here, cheeks cradled by my own palms, watching him navigate
A Spectrum Held in Three Seconds
I stand at the intersection where sunlight dissolves into honey, clutching a
The Resonance of Two Heartbeats at High Tide
I stand here, palms pressed together in a silent prayer that is
The Luminescence Between Two Heartbeats
I stand at the intersection of 5th and Main, my skin humming
A Single Breath Between Two Worlds
I stand at the corner of 5th and Main, my breath frosting
