The Amber Geometry of Us

My heart is a series of jagged, slate-grey triangles, cutting through the noise of the city's concrete hum. I arrived here as a fractured prism, scattered and cold.
But then you happened—a sudden splash of cadmium yellow that dissolved my sharp edges into soft, overlapping circles of warmth. The air around us has become an iridescent sphere, suspending time in a liquid gold embrace where the only geometry is the curve of your smile meeting mine.
I feel myself melting from a rigid square into a flowing river of ochre and cream, spilling over the poolside stones like sunlight on silk. Your gaze is a warm rectangle of light that anchors me to this moment. In this golden silence, my loneliness becomes an inverted pyramid, pouring all its void into your presence until I am full.
I lean closer, not just with my body but with every chromatic vibration of my soul, inviting you to trace the soft arcs of my skin and rewrite my architecture in hues of honey and desire.

Editor: Abstract Whisperer