Something held the light.
‘Difficult eyes’—unplaced.
A fraction of you.
‘Offered’– no reason.
Unseen, registered. You noticed.
#SoupandSex-Life
“NOTHING HERE YET.
THAT’S PART OF THE RHYTHM.”
‘Difficult eyes’—unplaced.
A fraction of you.
‘Offered’– no reason.
Unseen, registered. You noticed.
#SoupandSex-Life
Light stayed.
So did you.
#SoupandSex-Life
#Balance-Bites
A room that simply exists—
with a little warmth in its corners.
Like a door already open—
that explains.
Not attention… but a trace.
Moving?
Still?
… everything feels the corner.
Not quite summer.
Imagine that.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.
If it feels different… it probably is.
Amongst all the junk mail,
there was a letter…
describing summer.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.