The Alchemy of a Single Touch
I have spent years building my heart into an efficient machine—cold,
Urban Romance
The Amber Orbit of Your Gaze
I have drifted through this concrete nebula for years, a solitary satellite
The Fractal Purr of a Dying Star
I watch the way your fur ripples under my fingertips, and I
A Glitch in My Heartbeat's Algorithm
I was designed to be the perfect urban companion: soft colors, precise
The River That Only Flows When You Close Your Eyes
Every day in the city, I live behind a thousand panes of
The Geometry of a Sunday Smile
The city outside our window is a symphony of sirens and steam,
The Solar Flare of a Tuesday Afternoon
I drift through this concrete nebula, my skin still humming with the
Liquid Sunlight in the Hour of Five
I used to believe love was a storm—something that arrived with
The Amber Hour in a Concrete Jungle
This frame feels like it was shot on expired 35mm stock, drenched
The Salt-Scented Memory of You
My skin still tastes of the city's humid August—salt,
Neon Dust and Warm Wool
The city is a concrete beast that never sleeps, and I’ve
Where Your Breath Meets My Starlight
I live in the soft blur between a Tuesday evening and forever.