The Temperature of a Lingering Glance
The steam rises in ghosts against the gray stone of the bathhouse,
The Unfinished
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
The Architecture of a Breath
I press my finger against the void between what we are and
The Architecture of a Lingering Glance
The steam from my French press rises in ghostly ribbons, dissolving into
The Geometry of a Lingering Breath
The water doesn't just touch my skin; it remembers what
The Architecture of a Lingering Touch
The air here tastes of jasmine and rain—a ghost of what
The Alchemy of Salt and Silk
The sea doesn't end; it simply dissolves into the horizon
The Architecture of Fading Light
The sun doesn't set here; it dissolves, bleeding into the
The Architecture of a Sigh
The concrete stairs are cold against my bare skin, yet I carry
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
The concrete is a graveyard of echoes, yet here, pressed against its
The Threshold of a Sigh
The city hums behind me like a dying engine, but here, the
