January 17, 2026

My Goodness.. Last night X took care of me. I had the day off, so I poured into Love, Lust & Lazuli. We were supposed to go the gun range, but his case was extended. I was disappointed but expressed little. I ache in silence, especially with a lover. He catches my scent though. He offered to cook dinner for me. I obliged. I picked up my sun; we were blessed with a ride home. I picked up herbs and incense. We headed home— which is next door to his. My sun was welcomed to play his video games. X made a deliciously cozy chicken pot pie. A hug to my heart. Nostalgic and so simple, and beyond me with a childlike ease. It was wonderful, even my sun liked it. I was able to make myself tea. I ate till full. Put my sun to bed.

 Within a few hours, I had wandered back over next door to him. I was soothed by the meal— ended up rocking myself while laying down trying to soothe further. The night was smooth and I was content. He noticed. He is observing me. He adores me. We held each other and I felt small and safe in his arms. He began to massage my back and legs – gripping whatever he could reach. He began to stretch my body. He pulled on my arms, and I felt like I was stretching my wings. Pressed his thumbs into my hands, tugging on each finger. I felt what it felt like for the body to trust—to believe it can melt. I did not have to think. He made my body do what he wanted and I let him.

I rolled around to face him. He wanted to do the other side. He pulled and pressed. We kissed. Kissing turned into something long awaited. More warmth. Everything about him is warm.

He planted kisses on my neck,

collarbone,

neck,

breast,

all over my back,

up and down my spine—everywhere. My moans were sonorous. I was gasping for memory. This is what I fantasized about. He planted kisses- everywhere. My breath was taken. He commanded me to lay on my back. I obliged. I am still in a hazy state of bliss and ecstasy. The things he did. How he touched me, how he took his time. He said he “knew it was going to be like this between us” while nuzzled between my thighs. I did not expect any of that, but I was delightfully surprised. I — my body lit up electrified. In ways I have only ever imagined. He did what I wanted him to do. He kissed my palm. This too stood out. He was waiting to do this. He was tender, gentle, strong, healthy. He asked for nothing.

A Wind Chime

she was copper glamour
covered in bells
a wind chime
in the rising symphony
bent over and hungry
making music to me
being everything
touched by the sun

Souls’ Teeth

i weave tension

as eyes made contact

as our stare shapes

fantasy and eruption

we are careless

we destroy out of delight

our passion with walls poured pride

we became one another’s prey

i am dancing on the world

you built it with the grit

between our souls’ teeth

Set in Stone

she’s set in stone
with the moon
more free
she folds in
radiating out loud
to simplify her magic
would be a betrayal
to the Gods
she’s deep breathes
savory
selfish
set in stone

The Shape of Listening

Learning how to let the image breathe. Practicing restraint, symbolism, space. Trusting simplicity more.

✶ handmade paper, sunprints, cinnamon bark, embroidery, glitter, fern clippings & cowerie shells ✶

Emotional Hieroglyphics

My recent work explores subconscious divination through collage and material experimentation.


Using embroidery, scraps, symbolic repetition, texture, handmade paper, organic remnants, and intuitive composition, I’ve been creating what feel like emotional hieroglyphics or dream maps – artifacts of an evolving inner mythology.


The work exists somewhere between intuitive abstraction, sacred symbolism, folk mysticism, outsider assemblage, and visual poetry.


I’m interested in how subconscious memory communicates through symbols, texture, repetition, and material instinct. These pieces are less concerned with polished representation and more concerned with emotional residue, psychic mapping, and the transformation of fragments into living symbolic systems.

✶ Materials: embroidery, glitter, old scrap drawings, sunprint paper, ink, self portrait, tree seeds ✶

I play with myself as an entity

I am clay
robust
an audacious burgundy
a whole lot of eyes on me

when I peer over myself
I am a witness
wandering for a spring

supple breasts
rich
I am speaking poetically
I have solid ground

I play with myself as an entity

∆• dried plants, cinnamon bark, sun printed paper, embroidery, glitter, old drawing cut outs & ink on handmade paper •∆

Encourage Her

Every once in a while
she’d orchestrate four corners
cushioned by figments of her sight
she forms a silk chrysalis
when the seas reflected it
when she mourns an ancient heart
so they understand to forgive her
nip and pick at the wisdom in her veins
savor her as a shooting star
encourage her to perform

Your Pulse

I lived into your pulse
leaning to and from
I wanted
to become
I pleaded
That you’d mould me
awaken me
I was glass and white fabrics
elastic and ecstatic
our friction fried
static
you said I was erotic
I’ve been practicing
to last past the sunset
I pressed
erect
sweat me off
push me to my far corners
you knew I was a yearner