Citrus Mist on Stone Hearts
Citrus blood on cold stone.
I am a flicker of orange against
The Nameless Poet
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,
Salt on the Tongue, City in My Veins
Concrete lungs breathing in brine. The city is a fever dream of
Saffron Gates and Silk Whispers
Concrete veins pulse beneath my feet, but here—under the vermilion ribs
Incense of Skin and Steam
Concrete pulse fades. The city is a ghost humming behind stone walls.
Paper Parasols for Concrete Hearts
Steam rises from the asphalt's breath. A city of glass
White Silk on a Concrete Pulse
Glass towers bleed neon into my skin. The city is a machine
