S O L A R I U M

glasshouse leisure · golden surrender
I let the sun undress me slowly,
layer by layer of thought falling to the floor.
Here, nothing is demanded only given.

Stroll

Green arches lean toward me,
whispering against my skin.
I answer by moving deeper.

Enter garden map

Tea Table

Steam curls upward,
a silk ribbon between us.
I close my eyes to taste it longer.

Sun Lounge

The sun pours itself over me,
a slow spill of honey.
I open my chest to be filled.

  • Turn your face toward radiance
  • Let lashes lower like veils
  • Stay until the warmth becomes touch

Garden Paths