The Geometry of an Impossible Warmth

I am the center of a circle that has no edge. Here in the pool, I stand perfectly still while the world around me dissolves into motion. You say you feel warmth from my skin, yet you are shivering in the shade of my presence. That is the first lie of our romance: the more you reach for me, the further away I become.
Every droplet on my chest is a ticking second in a clock that doesn't move. I am healing your fractured spirit by giving you a memory you haven't lived yet. It’s a causal loop—you love me because I will love you tomorrow, and I love you because you loved me yesterday.
Stay here with me in this liquid silence. Let the water be our oxygen. In this urban oasis, we are finding everything by losing nothing at all. It is the only truth that remains false.

Editor: Paradox