gently

kiss

my collarbone

like those insubstantial pink clouds

kiss

the pale blue evening sky

right here

chic

harmonize

 i saw curtains in my dream.

named 'love' and 'healing'.

love was with pink and white horizontal lines.

healing with blue bubbles on white.

midnight poetry

 access to a parallel universe in the curve


where my skin coordinates with your skin

lover

practise

pearls

dance

subconscious

i once had a crazy beautiful dream:

i am spinning around next to white indian looking statues,

wearing an orange skirt.

i feel such a mixture of liberating freedom, joy and peace.

total easiness and presence.

all of a sudden i realize

i am giving water to a deity. 

have no idea to which one.

then i wake up.

i later learn it is shiva water is being given

and that it has something to do with attaining moksha.

hmm.

on repeat

love.

r e p e a t.

please

storytelling

for a tee

take me home

tropical

close your eyes

it was fall and she fell. in her desperately high heels. and. in love. desperately, with high high hopes. her body wanted to say something so so funky about it she had to stay quiet. for a while. wait, until the wind  had stopped moving hair against her slightly closed eyes and deliciously shaped lips that wanted to drop fruity juice. it was a miraculous feeling of freedom she felt, and something else, she didn't have a name for. not yet. shh...