Saltwater Echoes of a Ghostly Touch
The tide doesn't just wash over the sand; it erases
The Unfinished
Where the Tide Meets Your Pulse
The salt air is a ghost on my skin, clinging to me
Saltwater Echoes of a Ghostly Touch
The tide doesn't just wash against my skin; it dissolves
The Salt-Stained Whisper of an Unspoken Tide
The salt air doesn't just sit on my skin; it
The Geometry of Salt and Sunbeam
The heat is not a weight; it is a dissolution. I stand
Saltwater Echoes and the Geometry of a Strawberry
The ocean doesn't speak in words; it speaks in the
The Geometry of a Lingering Gaze
The salt air doesn't just sit on my skin; it
The Salt of Memory, The Sweetness of Now
The ocean doesn't just move; it breathes in the spaces
The Salt-Stained Threshold of Us
The railing under my palms is peeling, flakes of white paint drifting
The Temperature of a Lingering Glance
The steam rises in ghosts against the gray stone of the bathhouse,
Tracing the Edges of Us
My skin still holds the ghost of your palm against my shoulder,
The Geometry of Lingering Light
The sky isn't just turning orange; it’s dissolving, spilling
