The Gravity of a Morning Sunbeam
I have drifted through the neon constellations of this city for years,
Urban Romance
The 4:00 AM Sunlight Treaty
I used to believe that love was like the last bus at
The Sanctuary of Silken Light
I awoke not to the chime of a digital clock, but to
The Architecture of a Quiet Breath
I have spent years mastering the art of being seen without truly
Saltwater Skin and Neon Heartbeats
The city’s concrete hum still vibrates in my bones, but here,
The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I am not sure where my skin ends and the moonlight begins.
The Fragile Geometry of a Rainy Afternoon
He thinks he has me trapped within the glass walls of his
Amber Hour Whispers
The air at the platform is thick with the scent of ozone
The Saltwater Slumber of a Concrete Heart
I had forgotten the language of tides, lost in a city where
The Ascent of Crimson Heat
I stand here while the city tries to pull me down with
The Scent of Summer Rain and Unspoken Words
I have spent years chasing horizons that always seemed to recede, my
A Glitch Called Tenderness
I’ve spent three years debugging the central nervous system of this
