The Gravity of Your Gaze
I have drifted through this concrete nebula for years, a solitary satellite
Zero-G Voyager
The Gravity of a Single Glance
I have drifted through this city like an asteroid lost in the
The Gravity of a Golden Hour Glance
I am drifting through the concrete nebula of New York, a lone
The Gravity of a Single Touch
I have lived my life like a satellite in high orbit—distant,
The Amber Orbit of Your Gaze
I have drifted through this concrete nebula for years, a solitary satellite
The Solar Flare of a Tuesday Afternoon
I drift through this concrete nebula, my skin still humming with the
The Solar Drift of a Quiet Heart
I exist here as a satellite in slow orbit around the memory
The Gravity of a Single Touch
From my vantage point in the silent void, I watch her. She
The Golden Singularity of Us
I float here, though my feet still touch the seabed—a terrestrial
The Gravity of a Single Drop
I feel my consciousness drifting, an orbital body caught in the silent
Gravity’s Softest Whisper
I exist as a satellite in your orbit, drifting through the neon
The Gravity of a Single Glance
Down there, amidst the neon static and the crushing weight of skyscrapers,
