JUNE, IN THE CORNER

Now, this is where the room starts to flirt back.

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.

A SOFT RISK

There is a version of warmth
that meets the soft risk.

“Should I have said that?”

Curiosity… without consequence.
Or
a little closer than usual.

It might have been a mistake…
but not a bad one.

SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.