Neon tides reflect your face,
I drift on pulses, zero gravity embrace.
Synths bloom like comets in our lungs,
we speak in frequencies, unsung.
Time folds—two heartbeats syncopate,
every touch rewinds the fate.
Hover in the hush between the beams,
trading tomorrow for lover’s dreams.
When the city’s lights dissolve to gray,
your echo still loops in my veins to stay.