The Geometry of Stillness
City pulse: A fever of steel and glass.
I carry it like
The Nameless Poet
The Weight of a Red Secret
Concrete breathes in steam.
A grey pulse beneath the skyline’s ribs.
The Geometry of Salt and Skin
Glass walls. Blue veins of water. The city screams outside, but here,
The Architecture of a Lingering Glance
Steam rises like a prayer I forgot to finish.
The lace of
The Geometry of Silence
Blue is a state of being.
Sunlight: a gold needle sewing my
Citrus Mist on Stone Hearts
Citrus blood on cold stone.
I am a flicker of orange against
The Geometry of Melting Snow
The music is a hum in my teeth, a vibration of sugar
The Weight of Blue Light
Fluorescent veins pulse in the dark.
I wear my skin like a
The Architecture of a Silent Exhale
The city is a fever; this garden is the cooling sweat.
I
Saltwater Vespers: The Architecture of a Sigh
Concrete jungles exhale grey steam. My skin remembers the tide—a rhythmic
Salt on the Lip, Sun in the Marrow
The horizon bleeds amber into my skin. Salt is a memory of
Sunlight Drips Like Honey on the Porcelain Skin
The city is a bruise of neon and concrete outside, but here,
