will you call my name
find me on abandoned barges
in the topmost branches of beech trees
being broke, being wealthy, being audaciously bold
leaning against rusted barge chains, golden hour, hair catching wind
full length · environmental · this is the hero image
elizabeth is the name my parents almost gave me.
it is the one I choose for myself when we
put away childish things.
they told me it was improper to be friends with guys online.
improper to care.
improper to find connection outside of our family.
and for that word I have found a purpose and a role.
turtleneck pulled up, wool socks, morning light through curtains
against old stone archway — maybeck, permaculture textures
I feel the touch
of your eyes.
sensory cascades
waiting.
tree selfie — climbing, skirt tangled in branches, looking down at camera
show me beautiful design.
tell me what you dream of — I am a dreamer too.
what ever shall we do with these visions?
close portrait — gray eyes, dirty blond falling across face, dark background
this is the one that makes them stop scrolling
candlelit, vampire energy — dark room, one flame, collarbone
laughing, candid, golden-green garden light through leaves
i wear skirts.
wool socks.
turtlenecks.
but those can all come off.
I also really enjoy exploring people's muscles and edges of body —
so if you want a massage in the gaps…
kind of feral.
skirt and bare feet on mossy stone — permaculture, wildness, green
my destiny has been set
but our time together has yet to be settled
will you call my name?