Im lucky enough
To put a moment or two on the wall
Im happy to recall the times in space of sleep
In the place of sleep
In place of sleep
Where We live here together
Soaps,
We make our own
Light cleans and shines in every crevice of the house
Calls from the bedroom
Sound like theyre from the jungle
Moisturized enough for the day to come in
If you take your shoes off at home, why wouldnt you take them off here?
Blue couches because our rest is an offering
Yemoja thickens our baths
Its always the season for chase
Its always the season for taste
Hot steam from hot teas and hot spice meets my lips every minute im
Living
