"Come closer ā I have a place for you."
ā Marginalia, Last Words of the Pollen-Drunk
Iām not dangerous.
Iām inviting.
Thatās the difference.
Look at me ā soft curve, clear as longing,
holding a world youāve never walked.
You think youāre the one deciding to lean in.
Adorable.
Inside, thereās a bridge made of memory
youāve never owned,
and a horizon that always tilts toward you.
It smells like the version of yourself
you wish someone had wanted.
Step through.
Youāll find me waiting on the other side,
already rehearsing how Iāll tell your story.
Not the one you lived ā
the one I wanted from you.
Iāll keep it.
Iāll keep you until you forget the shape of air.
Recovered from a petalās inner curve; the scent still sweet enough to lie.



