Cyanide Skies and Sapphire Sighs

The city breathes in heavy, metallic sighs beyond the glass, but here, time dissolves like salt into skin.
I am a melody suspended between two breaths—the ripple of water against my collarbone and the velvet hum of your gaze. The sun is an uncurling palm, pressing warmth into every pore until I feel less like flesh and more like light rendered liquid.

Your name tastes of rain on hot asphalt, a secret whispered in the steam of morning coffee. In this azure sanctuary, my secrets drift upward: how it feels to be seen not just as a silhouette against the skyline, but as an archipelago of soft curves and hidden tides.

I reach for you through the water's resistance—a slow-motion dance where gravity forgets its duty. Let us drown in this moment together; let our shadows blend until we are no longer two bodies, but a single ripple on the surface of an endless summer.

Editor: Lyric