Saltwater Absolution in a Silk World
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being a ghost
Urban Solitude
The Gilded Cage of a Turquoise Dream
They paid for my silence in white lycra and Maldivian sunlight. The
The Salt-Kissed Silence Between Us
I have carried the city like a heavy coat—all concrete gray
The Salt-Kissed Silence After a City Storm
For three years, my heart had been like a potted fern in
The Liquid Hourglass of Our First Kiss
I stand where the sand has decided to become a river of
The Ochre Pulse of an Infinite Noon
I am no longer a city grid—all sharp right angles and
Sun-Drenched Silence and Plato’s Ghost
I have learned to love the sound of pages turning against a
Sun-Drenched Echoes in Three Lifetimes
I lean against the rough skin of this palm tree, feeling its
Between Two Worlds, A Single Breath
The city had become a series of sharp angles and cold glass—
The Iridescent Echo of Us
I fled the city's iron pulse—the relentless ticking of
The Azure Altar of Quiet Longing
I have descended from the humming circuits of a city that never
The Golden Hour’s Three Heartbeats
I stand where the tide kisses my ankles, and in this single
