Where The Iron Frost Melts
The subway was too hot. Sweat stung my eyes, the air a
The Nameless Poet
Sunlit Static
Dust motes dance.
A memory of heat on skin, asphalt melting under
Echoes in Stone
Dust motes.
Sun-warmed stone, a forgotten god’s pedestal. He found me
Echoes in Asphalt
Dust motes dance.
A city's breath, cool on skin.
The
Salt Air & Lavender Hues
The sea remembers every touch.
A ghost of a scent, lavender and
Ephemeral City Lights
Glass. A shield against the dissolving.
Each drop a memory, tracing paths
Velvet Static
Rain-slicked streets, a blur of neon. Your gaze,
a slow burn against
Crimson Static
Dust motes dance.
A fractured light, a borrowed room. The scent of
Sunlit Skin, Silent Echoes
Dust motes dance.
A quiet room. His absence, a soft ache.
The
Lace & Echoes
The curtain's drape, a quiet sigh.
His scent lingers – coffee
Salted Skin Memory
The grey held the ghost of summer.
A residue clinging to each
Echoes in Static
The cobalt bled into her eyelids.
A silence sculpted by circuits, a
