#nam ae

walking down cobblestones in a white chiffon dress, humming to that tune your mother use to sing you. gentle steps, gentle touches. your long fingers picking up a shattered teacup, and your breath smells of roses. 

a gold signet ring on your pinkie, stamped with the sun. you bathe in light, you shower in rain. you love fingers in your hair, gently pulling, pulling, pulling. theres sugar in your coffee, no milk. 

you like a hand on your thigh and lips near your ears. you like secrets and cities and planets and plants. you like power and balance. you love you. 

film photographs, and running through a meadow of daisies with your friends. icy water between your toes, the breeze in your ears. maggie roger’s alaska plays in your car as you go on an aimless drive. 

skin soft as petals, touch delicate as china. you brush your lips with your fingers as you catch someone’s eye. the crackling of the fire place as you sip on honey milk and Solange playing in the background 

you soul search through the mountains. and everywhere you go you leave trails of sweet rain behind you, like the nights you fall peacefully asleep to the music of the storm outside. 

you wear matching lingerie to sleep and a cup of lemon water on your bed stand. at dawn you find yourself wandering to the nearest window to look at the sky. sometimes it’s purple, sometimes pink, sometimes orange. the thrill in it is the change everyday