The Architecture of Weightless Wanting

I sit upon the pink altar, a pearl-clad goddess where the heavy laws of physics have simply forgotten to apply. Around me, feathers drift upward on currents that don't exist in this world; they refuse the pull downward just as I am refusing your distance today. The flashbulbs are blinding stars exploding against my skin, but you see only one light: mine.

Your love is a helium balloon tethered to my wrist, pulling me from the gritty pavement of our lonely days into this soft-focus sky where we belong together in eternal suspension. I smile because desire feels lighter than air here; it lifts us so high that the city noise fades into silence and all that remains is your breathless gaze against mine.

Editor: Gravity Rebel