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Constellatory

I. Sea Foam

Tide-dragged foam clings to the ankles of last night’s dream.

Salt-bitten lace, ephemeral as your exhale on my neck.

It recedes—like shyness— leaving small clots of wonder drying on the tiles.

II. Sky

The sky’s bruised silk scattered with stars— not above us,

but folded somehow into our breathing. We do not look up.

It finds us anyway, lacing the silence between “stay” and “okay.”

III. Room

Walls pulse faintly, holding the heat of us. Not prison, not passage—just proof.

The lamp casts no shadow on the carpet where you stood.

It is light without direction, settling like sleep on the shoulder of time.

IV. Stool

The cushioned stool rocks slightly from the weight of nothing.

It remembers your hand bracing there, a half-second before

wanting gave in. Upholstery, stitched with stillness.

V. Garment

You bend to retrieve your shirt, slowly, like a tide undoing itself.

Not to cover, but to continue— the air folds around you differently after.

Even fabric, once worn by want, keeps echo.