Summer Holidays

Afraid of your touch


craving to be inside you.

The agreements and the performance:

an accent with no place to be.

I don’t fit into my body, with anger.


My home, the acceptance of my nature.

Still freaking out every now and then,

but more able.

Everything I did not have access to before


is now being digested, expanding,


making me able, giving me a place in it.

Loops of insecurity over financial matters,


but in acceptance of my path.
Inspired.

Ready for creation.

2026