The Light That Waits for You
The city kept its usual noise outside, but here, by this window,
The Warmth of a Low Orbit Over Neon Earth
I hang above the city the way satellites hang above a world
Tattooing Warmth onto the Glass Skeleton of the City
I wear my skin like a gallery wall.
The city is a
The Hour I Refused to Delete the Sun
I hold the delete key over every atom in this room, and
The Geometry of Silence: A Study in Contrast
The city outside is a chaos of neon and noise, but here,
He Didn't Ask Me to Be Warm; He Just Sat in the Sun With Me
The city had been chewing me for nine days straight. Deadlines like
The Warm Signal in the Cold Marble Stream
I press my spine against the marble, that cold vein of stone
Pink Light in the Glass: A Gaze That Stays
The bathroom mirror holds my reflection like a secret I finally dare
Waking to Salt and Your Name
The sun is doing that thing again—pouring itself over the deck
Where the Marble Remembers Warmth
The marble under my skin is cold, but it knows how to
Harvesting Starlight in the Subway of Us
I press my gloved hand against the escalator rail and feel the
The High-Voltage Heartbeat That Mended My Reactor Core
The city roared like a thousand diesel engines idling at dusk, pistons
