candlelight licks condensation on bathroom walls, my body weightless in vintage blue tub. the room wet with vanilla foam. i eat greens so my flesh glows from the inside out, roll a joint and smoke it in clinging fog above the lake.
i gyrate in my bedroom mirror to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, stretch like a leopard on my yoga mat in freshly cut grass. curl up in bed with a poetry book - it gives me goosebumps. i take the goosebumps and stitch them into a quilt of poems.
i drink grapefruit juice from the fanciest glass in the cupboard and adorn myself with sexy, slouchy textiles. groom my wild hair, sharpen my talons on the floor, listening to records in languages i do not understand.
i buy the biggest canvas i can find and smear shouts of colour across its face with my fingers. in love with my smooth toes tucked beneath terracotta sheets. intimate with my own presence like honey, like fire.
i am play-doh in the ocean’s hands. a collective exhale.
my perfume a time machine unlocking sticky sweet memories from past lovers and lifetimes. i sing along with Mitski, volume cranked in the apartment even though it’s midnight. voice like a dirty gin martini, extra olives.
i run fingers through damp hair and scrunch it with my luxurious crimson towel. i wiggle into a lavender silk dress and frolic barefoot in a field of forget-me-nots. a harvest moon is entertained by the spectacle.
i photograph myself and kiss every secret freckle out of hiding. i photograph other people and tumble into galaxies behind their irises.
pour presence into the perfect cup of coffee, drink it naked by the mouth of a river. august sun caressing the thoughts i no longer need.
i wake up early to catch the morning before anyone else tastes it. i learn to accept my body as it is.
i am soft white rabbit fur.
untameable as the earth’s spellbook.
„intimate with my own presence like honey, like fire.“ So intense, I got lost in it.
Gorgeous.