between our skins, a new language unfolds. the slightest touch embeds itself with meaning. ours is the fluent flesh, the echoed mouth. love as a native tongue.
summer afternoon - the two most beautiful words in the English language indeed
leave our shadows at the door
I see three AM almost every night these days; dream of you in the smallest of hours, in the largest of ways.
moods before my new love letter lands in yr inboxes next week 📩
though years gone by & worlds apart, I still hold you in my secret heart.
Part of the pleasure lies in the replay. I let a single second with you swell into a room of its own, vivid and close-by, so that when you’re not around, I dip into the corridors of my mind, and put my lips on the damp walls of my memory to taste you again. 🌱 >>> the full letter is now up *for 24h only* via the link in my bio >>> subscribe to receive the second one this month 🌱
current level of yearning = Heloïse in Portrait of a Lady on Fire (tb to malibu mornings with @rickruizphoto & @serinabruizphoto)