Filling my world with love and creation
And a challenge to “divine” sublimation
For in here, I too am God

It’s always “that time of year” but once that chill in the wind blows and the sun sets earlier and earlier…something just comes over you. You’re ready for some more magic. Thanks Greg Chase Photog as always and for letting me bring a ridiculous amount of props and getting wax all over the floor

Your voice like a favorite song
Like the sun in June.
And I, tangled in silk,
Woke up reaching for you

And just like that it was summer, and I was in love again

I must be dreaming
Because the fantasies
Are running away from me

Flashes of you and I
Of your warm eyes
A tender half smile
Between my thighs
Kiss me three more times
Before sunrise
I can’t bear to part

Daydreaming. I’m always daydreaming. Perhaps that’s why I dream at night less. Or why I don’t remember them as often. Because I’m still slipping from one dream into another.

It’s very hot in New Orleans this time of year

I’m falling harder
Than the torrential rain
We got caught in
I swear I’m sane
In this curious craze
But I can’t keep my cool
I’m burning up
Happy and halfway in love.

6 for me

Long time no see 💋

There’s no grand reward
Nor promise of heaven
But there’s still magic
In every universe in every iris
Theirs, yours, and mine
Should we be brave enough
To look into those eyes.

Thank you! 🥰

Write me a letter
With pressed flowers
Between the words
You were too afraid to say.
I’d clutch it close,
Inhale every verse.
You should know that
The smell of jasmine sends me

I wrote myself a love letter today

I am infinite
I am finite
I am finally
Ready
To let it all go
To let it all flow
To sleep
To wake up
To lucid dream

More Mardi Gras love from New Orleans ⚜️💜💚💛⚜️

Some carnival fun! Happy Mardi Gras!

In here, she was a portal to divinity. In here, she too was god.

My heart beats
And opens all the windows and doors
Sweat beads
Across the valleys of my sensitive skin
And on summer nights
I dream

Inspired by Yeats, current affairs, and my own headspace

Truly I’m a wretched thing
Holding a cup of
Abominations and impurity
I’m speeding into Babylon
Escaping soulless punity.
Drinking the blood
Of prophets and saints
And
I can’t seem to remember
Any halcyon days.
I’ve got my eyes open
Ears to roads unpaved
Braced for impact
And giving head like Salome

Weren’t you just
The prettiest waste of time.
You’re so far gone
You can’t see what’s here.
Look at what you’ve built
A cage and a refuge
Because you still refuse
To open the door.
But this it
Simple staircase wit
As I ascend
Bags in hand
To a curious tomorrow
In an almost Pyrrhic victory

I can be happy alone
I can be happy with you
I can be happy alone
I can be happy with you
I can be happy alone
I can be happy

A tousle haired morning
You tasted like butter and coffee
And I think
I fell a little in love with you then.

I had dreamt
You lingered in my doorway
Just a little longer

Fuck me like you hate me
Hit me like you love me
Don’t worry about the tears
I’ll laugh and think it’s funny

One day at a time baby. Breath, center. Handle the small stuff in front of you first.