［M］ A microdose of courage drips under my tongue— city lights glitch and bend. ［F］ I melt the particles of fear into the sub-bass, and my chest begins to pulse, slow and deep. ［M］ I ride the funky breaks—angular, mechanical— their edges kissing the tempo. ［F］ On the future’s skeleton, I etch a faint shadow of you. ［M］ A sugar of static melts; clockwork tides move underneath my skin. ［F］ Tides slip between my ribs, barely there, and breathing turns into numbers. ［M］ Gravity tilts the room—your name, sampled, looping back in blue. ［F］ Fractured syllables of your name return like warning lights in cobalt blue. ［Both］ A trembling fingertip sends a secret polarized signal: come closer— a pale refraction whispering in the palm. ［F］ The words I can’t say wait on my tongue, holding only warmth as they rise. ［M］ We sip the night in micrograms— bassy and precise, no sudden moves. ［F］ At the edge of time, the needle halts, and only our shadows move ahead. ［M］ When the city inhales, my ribs quantize; your outline phase-shifts straight through me. ［Both］ A tender eclipse glows warm in the hollow of our hands— a quiet light beneath chrome. ［F］ Touching without touching, I borrow gravity for this micro-night. ［M］ Between the clicks, we fall— and stay in orbit anyway.
