sapph

It feels like another time. As if I’m living in your favorite novel. I wander through the Sicilian garden, surrounded by statues and replicas from a bygone era. Flowers, bushes, and shrubs bloom mystically in the hazy weather, vines twisting around the rotunda, drawing strength from the damp earth. I am entirely with myself—or rather, within myself. Lost in my imagination. I carry you with me, a fragrance blotter stained with your scent. When I close my eyes, I feel your presence beside me. For a fleeting moment, we wander together through the dreamy garden, as if time itself has unraveled. We hide, we run through the labyrinthine paths, the twists and turns pulling me deeper as I follow you. In an overgrown dead end, I catch you—pull you close. Your face, your long, shining hair caught in my hands. Our lips meet slowly, and everything around us melts into desperate longing. Hot breaths on deceptive dreams.