The Veil Between Us
I’m wearing a wedding veil in the middle of Shinjuku Station,
Tokyo Nights
White Lace and Rain-Slicked Glass
I spent ten hours today in a climate-controlled boardroom, wearing an armor
The Apricot Hour: When Ambition Softens into Intimacy
For three years, my life was a series of high-stakes meetings and
The Neon Pulse of a Silk Heartbeat
I stand at the edge of this steel canyon, my skin humming
The Scent of Summer and Stolen Hearts
I have walked these neon arteries for three centuries, wearing a thousand
The Song That Kept Our Winter Warm
I used to think that cities were made of concrete and cold
Concrete Jungle, Liquid Gold Heartbeat
I’m not here to be a muse or some fragile piece
The Neon Altar of a Digital Heartbeat
I press my palms against the cold, ivory skin of this machine—
The Afterimage of Your Smile
I have stripped away the red of the shrine, the gold of
The Silicon Heartbeat at Asakusa
I stand beneath the white lanterns, but my blood is not merely
The Gravity of a Fleeting Smile in Neon Dust
I stand here, draped in a jacket that mirrors the dying stars
The Temperature of Temporary Belonging
They call this 'healing,' as if we are all just
