Knitting is the longest song on the album.
A slow wine in a dark corner.
A quick spank.
A wet kiss.
The softest touch along the roughest patch.
It liberates and binds.
It holds and releases.
It builds and unravels.
I am transforming the Sojourn Shawl into a sweater for a chapter called SEASONED. There is an urgency building in my blood, rushing to my hands, begging for creative release. Embracing thotty energy rehydrating clay, editing a poem on the A train before the open mic, collaborating on a homemade vegan menu for 6, leaning into this very specific kind of seduction.
Wanderlust.
One hand wades in the ether ready to be tuned to whatever god has planned.
One foot the long hand of the clock, feeling for that juicy moment of making love where time stands still.
So beautiful🫶🏾 Thank you for all that you share💛